Shangguan Linlang furrowed her brows and once again opened her mouth, pursuing the Plum Deer.
"Wouldn't the owner of the wooden house be inside here? Could he have already died?"
Though Shangguan Linlang was reluctant to believe such a fact, everything she saw now seemed to push towards this direction.
The moment Shangguan Linlang's words fell, a trace of melancholy clearly appeared in the Plum Deer's eyes. Even though it didn't directly answer Shangguan Linlang's question, its expression made Shangguan Linlang feel like she had already... realized the truth.
Shangguan Linlang's heart was heavy, she felt like pounding her chest and stomping her feet.
Damn it, does she have to be so unlucky? Just when she'd finally met someone who understood, well, understood a deer, how could she suffer a blow from reality so soon?
Shangguan Linlang gazed at the mound of dirt before her with a melancholic heart, unsure of what emotion she should use to face it.
