It took a tentative step, its injured hind leg still struggling to bear weight, forcing it to limp forward. The cold snow crunched under its paws; every step was taken with cautious trepidation, yet infused with a burning yearning for freedom.
After running a few paces, the wolf cub suddenly stopped and slowly looked back. Its emerald-green eyes, like two deep, luminous lanterns, shimmered with a spark of vitality in the sunlight.
That glance struck directly into Liang Song’s heart, leaving him momentarily stunned. There seemed to be a hint of attachment in that gaze, a reluctance to part, and even more so, an indescribable sense of familiarity.
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