After the old man went to visit the graves, he didn't go out drinking. Instead, he bought a whole pile of food and went home to spend time chatting and sharing his thoughts with his dog.
Many people said he'd become a little less bad-tempered since getting a dog.
He also seemed a little happier.
Every time, he denied it.
But deep down, he knew they were right.
He wasn't used to saying mushy things.
Nor was he used to expressing his feelings.
But he knew how important the black dog was to him.
After losing all his family in the first half of his life... the dog had been his family for nearly the second half.
Seven Leaf Clover had found out purely by chance.
"...Did you ever think..."
The old man was instantly struck as if by a heavy blow.
He was grateful the black dog had come into his life.
The smile on the old man's face faded.
Who was the unlucky one?
It landed on the old man's hand.
The white dog... really, really meant a lot to him.
"Lei Zi."
The old man lowered his head in a daze.
He was used to leaving the door open during the day.
The old man shoved the door open with his body.
The old man looked at the Seven Leaf Clover on the mat.
"Look again..."
He'd never said such heartfelt things to anyone.
Yet it had been given the meaning of bringing good luck.
At the old man's request, Xiao Xiao checked the white dog's breath again.
"...Really, really..."
The old man's expression was serious.
It tilted its head and studied the old man.
The old man apologized again and again.
"...It must be hard..."
As the years went by, the white dog