Those things were still so vivid, as if they had just happened. How could the old man be gone?
An inexplicable feeling welled up in Dù.
A strange, unpleasant feeling.
It couldn't help rolling around on the counter.
From left to right, then right to left.
Back and forth, back and forth...
Xiao Xiao: ...
He knew this was how Dù let out its feelings.
Without realizing it, Dù and the old man had formed a deep bond.
The old man's sudden death had left not only his family grieving, but a monster as well.
The monster might not even know what this feeling was called.
Yet it was showing its grief in the most straightforward way possible.
Xiao Xiao lowered his eyes.
"Your book, sir."
The man handed the book to Xiao Xiao.
"Thank you."
Xiao Xiao took the bag containing the book and paid with his phone.
Seeing that the young man was still standing at the counter, the man asked in confusion, "Is there something else, sir?"
"Boss."
Xiao Xiao glanced at the monster still rolling back and forth, then looked at the man. "Did your father leave any words behind before he passed?"
"Words?"
The man looked bewildered and surprised.
Why was this young man asking him that?
Even if the old man had left something to be said, it couldn't have been meant for this young man.
What gave him the right to ask?
If he was just concerned, wasn't this going a little too far?
"Yes. They might have seemed a little strange."
Xiao Xiao pretended not to notice the man's odd expression and faint resistance.
He asked with a serious look.
It was only a guess.
From what Dù had told him, it was clear how much the old man