"Baoya."
Upon seeing Baoya, Lin Yixuan's heart filled with joy as he bent down to pick him up.
"Oooh, oooh."
Upon seeing Lin Yixuan's white hair, Baoya was startled and his heart trembled. His front paws hooked onto a strand of hair, whimpering constantly.
"Baoya, it's okay."
Lin Yixuan's eyes dimmed for a moment before a reassuring smile crossed his face. He comforted the animal, "It's just a few strands of white hair, it can be dyed back to black."
"Master, the Little Prince, he... "
As if realizing something, Baoya's soft, mellow voice trembled with fear.
"He revealed the prophecy, saving the lives of everyone in Capital City."
Lin Qingluo's heart ached with bitterness, her right fist clenched tightly and her knuckles turned white.
"Ahhh, my poor Little Prince, such a pitiful child."
Baoya let out a miserable howl, gazing upon the little friend who had grown up with him. His heart, liver, and lungs ached, and tears flowed visibly from his leopard eyes.
