The pale moonlight shines outside the Dead City, while Keke stands alone. It looks pathetic, sad and lonely, its small body shaking incessantly. It is crying, sincerely lighting the candles and arranging the food that Xiao Chen likes, its big eyes filled with bewilderment.
"Wuu wuu..." The Snow-White Little Beast cries sadly, its large eyes filled with tears. Every blink makes crystal-clear teardrops roll down its face.
Compared to its past, it hasn't changed at all. It's still only a foot long, as if it will never grow. Its whole body is snow white like jade, sparkling with a crystal luster. It is indeed the spirit of the Central Earth.
But at this moment, the little creature looks pitiful. Tears fall in pairs from its black gem-like eyes. It whimpers sadly, just like a pitiful orphan who has lost his family.
"Wuu…" while crying, Keke softly calls towards the Dead City, "Xiao Chen… soul… return…"
