My name is Qiuqiu, and I'm a happy little dog. Every day I'd wake up to see my little master's round, dark eyes. He would raise his hand and pet my head.
My name is Qiuqiu. I'm an unfortunate old dog. I lie beside my little master every day, but he can no longer smile at me...
*
Qiuqiu felt waves of warmth, surrounded by familiar scents. Someone seemed to be stroking its head. It had been different from other dogs since it was a puppy; it had a few tufts of black fur on its head, and its family always liked to tap them while talking to it.
When it groggily opened its eyes and saw two familiar faces, Qiuqiu let out a weak whimper as tears streamed from its eyes.
"Qiuqiu, why didn't you come home? Mommy and Daddy have been looking for you for so, so long..."
