When he returned to the bedroom, Ye Xingchen couldn't sleep, and the picture just now suddenly flashed in his mind, a girl in pink pajamas, standing outside the door with a double ponytail, staring at him with a pair of bright eyes.

It was as if he saw another girl through her.

…

The next day, Ye Xingchen got up early, washed up, changed into sportswear, and led the sled dog out of the community.

He carried the rope and walked in the cool breeze of the early morning, and now it was autumn, and everything in the world was dyed with orange and yellow, and the ginkgo leaves on the roadside fell to the ground, and when the wind blew, the orange leaves fell like snowflakes.

For some reason, he likes autumn very much, likes the cool warm breeze of autumn, likes the "rustling" sound of leaves when the wind blows in autumn, and likes the beauty of autumn before everything is bleak.

Probably tired from running, the sled dog behind him kept dragging the rope, he could barely run, and finally, he had to stop, touch its hair, and find a nearby cross chair to let it relax.

After resting for a while, he pulled it and continued to run, and finally ran around the neighborhood before he slowly went to the breakfast shop.

It should be because of regular exercise, he only has fine and dense sweat on his body, but he is not the slightest tired, his forehead hair is stuck to his face, and his white and powerful arms are exposed under the sports vest, messy with a little wild.

So much so that when he went to the breakfast shop, quite a few girls peeked in his direction.

Still, he managed to buy breakfast, and it was five.

It's just that when he was about to turn back to the community, he seemed to suddenly remember something, his whole face turned dark, and his footsteps slowly stopped.

Damn it! He had forgotten the sled dog on the side of the road.

It's not that he doesn't know that there are many psychopaths, even tyrannosists, who abuse small animals to satisfy their extreme desires. Hope.

He had kept the sled dog for many years, and since she was seven years old, she gave it to him, and he has been raising it until now.

It would be false to say that there is no emotion, he is obviously so impatient, but he only thinks hard about the sled dog.

No one knows why, only he knows, as long as she gives it, even if it is his life, he will protect it.

He ran fast, as if he was holding on to the last glimmer of hope, and he ran and ran, as if he was guarding the unbearable past.

Finally, he arrived, however, it was gone.

His face suddenly became gloomy, and the aura around the whole person became more and more cramped, but he didn't say a word, as if the person who lost it was not him, but he was obviously so calm, but the hand holding the breakfast bag still trembled uncontrollably.

She had nothing to do with him, but the sled dog was his last hope between them.

He didn't believe that Heaven would destroy even this last hope.

As if he had lost his beloved in an instant, he lowered his head and returned the way he came, but as he walked to a bench, he saw a familiar figure.

It was the same girl from last night, who was now bent over, crouching on the ground, holding a piece of bread in her hand, and tearing it for a while.

The next second, he saw that she had fed the bread in her hand into the mouth of a sled dog.