"Yes, Supa was a dog." Seeing Angel's puzzled expression, Silusha took the initiative to explain. "Supa was an old dog. It had been with my husband for many years; we had already come to regard it as family."
"So, when my husband learned that Supa had died too, he..."
He became even more convinced that Ululu had been born rotten.
Angel asked, "When Supa died, you should all have been at the hospital, right? Can you really be sure that Ululu killed Supa?"
"Of course we can. Lots of people saw it... cough, cough..."
Perhaps recalling the miserable death of his beloved dog had made Wuluoluo too furious. The anger clogged his chest, and he began coughing repeatedly.
Seeing this, Silusha hurriedly patted her lover's back, helping ease the tightness in his chest.
Only after Wuluoluo's breathing had eased somewhat did Silusha speak. "Let me tell it."
Silusha looked at Angel. "Supa did not die at home. It was led downstairs and, by my daughter..."
Wuluoluo shot her a cold look.
Silusha helplessly changed her wording. "It was locked by Ululu in the basement of our building. Since hardly anyone went to the basement, by the time someone found Supa, it had already starved to death inside."
"Many people nearby saw Ululu leading the dog downstairs at the time. That was also what drove my husband to despair."
The moment Silusha finished speaking, Wuluoluo could not help adding, "When Supa was found, it had starved until it was nothing but skin and bones. I cannot imagine how despairing it must have been during that time. It had thought its little master was taking it out to play, only to be locked in a dark basement by a demon. It kept crying out, but no one came to save it... Until