The relatively loud torment began when they arrived at a faraway spot where they could still see the cave at one glance.
Soft, deliberately-suppressed roars that were either embarrassed and angry, cold and fierce, aggrieved… or filled with other emotions rang out every once in a while.
A good half-hour or more later, Di Baijun—whose fur had turned all gray—left relatively happily and free of anxiety. She appeared as if she had vented it out all and looked refreshed and invigorated.
Wang Hu watched her run toward the pool with a rather aggrieved look in his eyes. However, when her form vanished from sight, his look of grievance immediately disappeared. His eyes closed into slits amid an aura of cheerfulness that looked very much like he was relishing the memory.
He was just as refreshed and reinvigorated.
Not bad. This was not bad at all.
A simple life like this was exactly what he liked.
