At 1:00 AM, Wan Xiaoyang and his group finally arrived.
There were so many of them they had to take a bus.
Celestial Skill crouched obediently at Pan Wenhai's feet, looking up at him from time to time.
Dogs can sense human emotion, and she could feel Pan Wenhai's spirits were low.
The bus came to a halt and the doors slid open with a hiss. Celestial Skill, who had been resting, suddenly lifted her head, having caught a familiar scent.
After a glance at Pan Wenhai, Celestial Skill immediately darted off the bus and ran straight to Shen Xin, whining urgently twice.
'Missed you.'
'Where did you go?'
She paused, then tilted her head up in confusion.
'What's wrong?'
She sensed something was wrong with Shen Xin's reaction.
'Otherwise, he would have already knelt down to hug me.'
Hearing her thoughts, Shen Xin realized he'd been neglecting Celestial Skill. He quickly crouched down, pulled her into a hug, and stroked her fur.
"I'm okay. I'm fine."
