The two Little Dang Kangs were naturally intelligent. Sensing their mother had died, they began to cry with mournful whimpers. They nudged her body repeatedly with their snouts, trying to wake her. But tragically, their mother would never open her eyes again.
The White Cat walked over to the two Little Dang Kangs, raised a paw, and gently patted them. It was as if it were comforting them, or perhaps saying, 'My condolences. I'll look after you from now on.'
Ying Ji scooped the two adorable Little Dang Kangs into her arms, stroking and comforting them.
Zhao Yuan sighed. He spoke earnestly to the Little Dang Kangs, regardless of whether they could understand. "You must remember this: your mother died protecting you."
Then he called over to Cheng Haoyu and Hao Li. "Let's dig a hole and bury Dang Kang's Mother."
Cheng Haoyu and Hao Li nodded, took out their entrenching tools, and began digging the pit with Zhao Yuan.
