"Alright…" the wolfhound seemed to be out of it. Even its voice sounded a little weak. Perhaps it had thought of something as its footsteps halted and with his back toward the old man who was chasing after him, he said, "I am not Ah Huang. My name is Little Doggy."
It had thoroughly let go of its past.
From today onward, it only had one master!
The old man stopped. Not knowing when his old tears had already covered his whole old face.
This time, he did not continue to pursue the wolfhound but quietly watched the soldiers lead it away as he raised his hand to wipe the corner of his eyes.
"It seems like Ah Huang… is living quite well."
If so, he could also rest assured…
The old woman looked around for a moment. "Old Man, just now, Ah Huang… did it open its mouth to speak? And those soldiers seemed to be very respectful toward it…"
