Geda Soup was full of lively spirit; Lin Yan observed that it didn't seem ill at all, its tail wagging more diligently than a robotic vacuum cleaner.
Geda Soup nudged her with its head, whimpering and rubbing its wet nose against the back of Lin Yan's hand.
Lin Yan stroked its furry head, the feel of the fur both warm and soft—it really was healing to keep a pet.
Unfortunately, she dared not keep one, since Lu Chenyuan had a fixation on cleanliness; the mess of dog hair around the house would be too much for him to stand.
Keeping a dog meant being tricked into giving food, drinks, and emotional attachment. With their lifespan of only about fifteen years, if you place your emotions in them, how could you bear the parting when the time comes?
Zhou Wenbin arrived quickly; Lin Yan had only received Geda Soup a short while before.
"Are you anemic?" Zhou Wenbin looked down at her with a concerned expression. "You look too haggard. Haven't you been resting well?"
