"Ah, I actually don't want to use this method anymore," Fula beckoned to her animal partner, but the black panther only glanced at her lazily with its head raised before lying back down and closing its eyes, not forgetting to shake its tail at her as a signal. Fula glared at the black panther, both annoyed and amused, but her smile quickly faded, and she sighed, "It's one hundred and forty years old this year, and their kind of creature lives for about one hundred and eighty years. That means it can only stay by my side for a short forty more years. I've watched it grow from the size of my palm as a baby to what it is now; I view it as my family. But in the end, I must watch it age and die, and that feeling is something you without this gift cannot understand."
"I've seen many people keep pets too," Lina inquired further, "But they don't seem to have the same reluctance to continue raising them like you do."
