Nanfeng Garden went through a chaotic night, and Shang Xi's room was partly damaged. That night, she stayed in an empty room on the third floor.
Wherever Shang Xi went, her son followed her.
Even when she was washing up in the bathroom, the little guy sat outside the bathroom door, playing with his little toys and waiting for his mom.
He would call out "Mom" every two minutes.
Only after hearing his mom's response would he feel assured.
After hurriedly washing up, Shang Xi came out, dried her hair, and quickly put her son to bed.
It was already 2:30 a.m. Not only her, but all the werewolves were exhausted tonight. Baby Shang rubbed his big eyes, obviously sleepy. Shang Xi gently patted his back: "Mom's here, go to sleep."
Baby Shang smelled his mom's familiar scent, his chubby little hand grabbing one of Shang Xi's fingers, and fell into a deep sleep. His cute, fair face with long, straight eyelashes cast small shadows.
He was still a cub, his bones needed to grow, so he usually didn't get enough sleep.
Shang Xi looked at her son with a pained heart, pulled up the blanket to cover him, and turned off the lights.
She couldn't sleep.
Too many things happened tonight, and she wasn't the carefree, nonchalant type who could just shrug everything off and fall into a deep slumber.
The fallen werewolves were dealt with this time. With so many arrested at once, she heard that Qingcheng would likely enjoy peace for many years to come.
That's good, then.
Baby Shang's kindergarten was already on vacation.
Moreover, counting the days, she could leave Nanfeng Garden in a month. She used to count the days, feeling that half a year was so long, but now looking back, it went by quite quickly.
Apart from some hiccups, the overall progress was quite smooth.
She should visit Grandma tomorrow.
After thinking through these matters, Shang Xi finally fell asleep.
Perhaps seeing so many large wolves tonight, and riding on Gu Wen's pure wolf form, with its furry, carpeted feel, caused her to have an unpleasant dream.
She dreamed about the little black dog that her cousin had drowned. In the dream, it was alive and wagging its little tail as it ran towards her.
In the dream, Shang Xi was a little girl around seven years old, and she knew the little dog's fate, feeling very flustered and repeatedly shooing it away: "You hurry up and go, don't come over here, run away quickly."
"You'll die, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought you back."
But the little dog didn't listen to her, clambering onto her body and barking a couple of times.
In the dream, Shang Xi's eyes reddened: "Why did you come to see me? Do you blame me? Are you doing well now?"
The little dog barked a few times, circled around her excitedly with its tongue out, then turned back to look at her before running off.
The dream's surroundings were hazy, and Shang Xi sat dejectedly on the ground, watching the little dog run into the distance. She cried.
"You've found a place to go, haven't you?"
From afar came the little dog's contented bark: Woof~~
The mist dispersed, and Shang Xi opened her eyes, which were still moist. It was daylight already, though she didn't know what time.
Her son was still asleep beside her.
She stared blankly at the beautiful wolf pack pattern on the ceiling for a while.
Actually, the deceased little black dog was the second dog she had encountered.
The first chubby black dog was the one she met when she was staying at her uncle's place.
She had loved fluffy little animals since she was young. She remembered when she was staying at her uncle's house, they had a beautiful, adorable Masya. She really liked it, but her cousin who was three years older didn't let her hold it.
She could only stand by, enviously watching her cousin play with the gorgeous white dog, throwing toys for it to fetch back.
She thought to herself, how could there be such a smart dog? It was practically a heavenly dog, not an ordinary dog but a divine one!
After staying there for a while, the Masya got used to her too. From her own toy box, she picked out a durable pink plastic little gourd bottle that was originally for holding snacks. She had seen her cousin eat from it and discard it, so she picked it up, washed it clean, and secretly brought it to her room to play with.
When she threw that plastic little gourd bottle, the Masya expertly fetched it back.
Then, her cousin who had just returned from school saw it.
"Mom! She stole my snacks!" Her cousin angrily held up the pink plastic gourd bottle, tattling to the adults.
At the time, her aunt frowned and looked at her: "Stealing isn't a good habit. You're learning to steal at such a young age, what will you be like when you grow up?"
Her uncle just sighed: "It's just a small snack, she ate it, so what? Why argue with a little kid over it?"
They seemed to have already concluded that she had stolen the snack.
"I didn't steal it... I found the empty container..."
"You're lying! You did steal it, it's the one my dad bought for me! Your dad didn't buy you one, so you stole mine."
Hearing those words, she felt angry and aggrieved, and ran out crying.
As she ran with tears streaming down her face, she wailed, "If... if I also had a dad and mom, then I wouldn't have to stay at someone else's house."
But her dad and mom were gone, dead.
She had long understood that being dead meant they were no more, that she could never find them in this world again.
Under the dusky sunset, the little girl ran crying along the small path, calling out repeatedly: "Dad, Mom, where are you... I can't find you..."
If only her parents had taken her with them.
Why did they leave her alone?
No one in this world liked her, so why did they leave her in this terrible world?
"Please take me with you, Mom!!" Her heart was filled with sadness and despair, with no one to confide her grievances to.
Everyone longs to live in love, for that is the only way to be happy.
If a person is not loved, not cared for, not needed, and is merely a burdensome excess, except for those with exceptionally strong hearts, most people would live in misery.
She didn't know how long she had run at the time, but eventually she grew tired and crawled into an unkempt public park overgrown with weeds.
There, she saw a chubby little black dog.
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