Gu Ping was momentarily stunned and hadn't managed to react to what He Qing had said when he immediately felt a furry head nudging his palm.
He instinctively caressed it twice, then shivered all over, disbelievingly lowering his head—covered by his broad palm were exactly Changan's lively eyes.
Changan's coat was black and glossy, its ears standing tall. It whimpered and extended its tongue, licking Gu Ping's palm. Although it was still cold and lacked warmth, for Gu Ping, this was already a most rare surprise! After all, it was so real, Changan, even when usually forming its shape, had never appeared this lifelike.
He looked at He Qing, suddenly excited, his eyes becoming red as he squatted down under Changan's hopeful gaze and hugged its head.
"Changan… Changan…"
Always resolute, he now choked up, unable to even speak.
