Bai Xuan lay at her feet, keeping her company all the while.
His gaze never once strayed from Yue Ling's face.
Watching her pale face, and the complex and painful expression in her eyes, his heart ached along with hers.
This silly girl, if you want to cry, just let it out.
Heartbreak is indeed a very sad thing.
As long as you have cried it out, don't linger on it, don't be upset anymore.
"Little White, have you ever liked anyone?" Yue Ling suddenly asked.
Bai Xuan gave her a glance but did not answer.
He couldn't answer because he was now a wolf that couldn't speak.
As if she found her own question somewhat amusing, Yue Ling laughed at herself, shook her head, and mumbled:
"Why am I asking you these questions? You can't answer me, and besides, you're still young, always following by my side, how would you have the chance to like other she-wolves...
Little White, when you get a bit bigger, I'll send you out, to the place you should go... to start your own life..."
