Chapter Twenty-Four: Loss of Spirit

  When I went downstairs, Zhen Jie was already up. Seeing her get up, everyone was surprised: "Madam, why are you up so early today? Breakfast hasn't been prepared yet..."

  It's still early, just after six o'clock.

  "It's okay, I'll just take a walk in the garden..." She smiled lightly and headed towards the garden. Before she even reached the door, a small black dot appeared at her feet.

  She lowered her head and looked down, suddenly feeling much better: "Snow White, good morning..."

  The snow-white cat rubbed against her pant leg, making a low humming noise, its injured paw still unable to touch the ground, the white gauze on its paw standing out starkly against its fur.

  Snowflakes fell and squatted down, embracing it in her arms: "Let's go, follow sister to exercise..."

  Cang Mu walked onto the balcony and saw a person and a dog in the yard.

  The sun broke through the thick clouds, passing through the fog, and sprinkled across the entire courtyard. She was wearing a pinkish-blue sport suit, dancing towards the small black dot in front of her. And that little dot, surprisingly, also stood up.

  He leaned against the balcony with both hands, looking down at the slender figure in the shallow morning mist, like a blooming daisy, filling the entire courtyard with fragrance. He was momentarily absent-minded, unsure if it was due to not sleeping well last night, his usually sensitive nerves were numb and tired at this moment, on such a clear morning, he just wanted to lazily gaze at this scene, not wanting to move his feet or shift his line of sight.

  When she raised her hands, the small waist that was not full of a grasp appeared, set against the dappled sunlight, piercing people's eyeballs. He couldn't help but think of last night's confrontation with her in the bathroom. If the phone hadn't rung at that time, as she said, would he... really have had the interest?

  Suddenly, her laughter came over, he looked closely and found that the little one was imitating her movements, but lost balance and fell to the ground. Perhaps it bumped into the wound on its foot, the little one whimpered and started licking its paw, while she also quickly stopped her movements and hurriedly squatted down.

  "Snow white... what's wrong with Snow White? Did you get hurt? It's okay, it's okay, sister will rub it for you and it won't hurt anymore..." She picked up Xiao Buzhi, cradling the injured paw and blowing on it while rubbing, but he curled up his lip, coldly laughing at her naivety.

  The person downstairs suddenly hugged Xiaobu and stood up, and when he looked up, he saw his figure on the second floor. He seemed to be surprised for a moment, stunned in place, while he just glanced at him lightly and turned away.

  As I walked into the study, I saw the phone on the desk, picked it up and dialed a string of numbers: "Shen Long, come over for breakfast..."

  "That end is still not awake, with a vague tone: 'Breakfast... don't eat anymore...'"

  He didn't pay any attention to his words, directly interrupting him: "Before 7:15, I want to see you and bring a veterinarian along..." He said to himself, then hung up the phone.

  But the dragon god on that end, after being stunned for three seconds, jumped up from the bed, eating breakfast was just an excuse, bringing a veterinarian was the real deal, but... vet... what's going to be done?

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  It's finally done! Dear friends, you can share your feelings in the comments! Those who have read Yan's article know that Yan is a slow-burning type, so don't worry about it.