Observing Su Ziteng's expression, Little Milk Jin blinked her eyes, remained quietly silent, and continued the gentle stroking motion on the golden retriever's head, very softly, rhythmically patting the head under her hand.
The golden retriever sensed the tenderness and gradually shifted from initial resistance, looked up, and nuzzled against Tang Jin's fingertips.
It let out a low whimper and finally settled down, instinctively tilting its head, attempting to lick the hand petting its head. It had just barely touched when its body stiffened suddenly, and before making any other response, it heard Tang Jin's soft, gentle voice.
"Good dog."
All resistance in its body suddenly relaxed.
It was as if a long time ago, before it had come to the new family, when it was still with its mother and siblings, it had heard the owner who raised them, while petting its head, saying the same thing.
A low, mournful howling started.
