Why was it scratching its paws?
Wasn't it because this guy had annoyed it?
Cong Cong was a little indignant.
The black dog looked at Xiao Xiao.
"Don't mention it."
Xiao Xiao said with a beaming smile.
Black dog: ...
Cong Cong could tell...
Its nerves were slightly on edge.
It climbed onto its owner's bed, looking a little listless.
"No, it isn't!"
"Isn't this a three-leaf clover?"
It had found a four-leaf clover.
The child's grandmother ran in.
The black dog shook its head.
In its eyes, it was just an ordinary blade of grass.
It felt a little hopeless again.
"...Could it have lost a leaf..."
"Seven..."
The little girl cried out.
The little girl's grandmother blurted out,
It wanted to go to the canal nearby.
Grandpa Yan would get better soon.
It collapsed.
Its owner stroked its head.
I found a seven-leaf clover for Grandpa Yan.
It was the first time it had seen so many people coming and going in the house.
It curled up beside its owner, pressed against them through the blanket, and fell asleep.
Its owner lowered the hand holding up the seven-leaf clover.
At last, the old man in the bed, who had been silent all this time, spoke in a hoarse voice.
He was gone.
The little girl's eyes reddened.
"A seven-leaf clover?"
That black dog actually knew about four-leaf clovers, too.
It was in a hurry.
It sensed someone approaching.
It had found the seven-leaf clover it had wanted so badly to see.
It hadn't sensed the slightest malice from this human.
He turned his face toward it and smiled.
The black dog's gaze grew hazy.
This human was very clever.
It seemed it hadn't