This dog had accompanied them since the Qian Di days, and indeed had merits.
"Hua Sheng, don't go." Hongxin cried out, inheriting his mother's temperament of not liking to cry.
Being a teenager now, he hadn't cried like this for years.
But ultimately, he couldn't hold back.
In his final moments, perhaps Hua Sheng was still conscious, as he worked hard to extend his front paw, placing it on Ye Zao's arm.
Ye Zao held onto his paw, choking up: "Go on well, I know, go on well."
Saying this, she held Hua Sheng in her arms and kissed his forehead gently.
Hua Sheng finally let out a small whimper. Still so tender, this dog never barked loudly in its life.
And then he closed his eyes, gradually stopping his breathing. Until he could no longer move.
Ye Zao held Hua Sheng, silently crying.
Hongxin also sat on the footrest, wiping away tears.
