Xiaohei frowned, a melancholy look in his eyes and a dejected tone in his voice.
The sleek, glossy fur he usually sported in his black dog form now looked dull and lackluster.
Just a few days ago, on an ordinary afternoon, Xiaohei had sneaked off, taking Xiaoga along to the Yihong Pavilion to observe the local culture. Right as they were getting into it, he saw Zhong Qing walking in.
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