When they arrived at the Lin family villa, Lin Hao's mother wore a complicated expression at the sight of Wen Ning. Last time, she had called him a fraud. Now she needed him to save her son.
She probably had no idea how to face him.
Lin Hao's father stood up, nodded to Wen Ning, and said, "Mr. Wen, sorry for the trouble."
Wen Ning said little. He told them to wait downstairs and went straight up to the second floor.
Lin Hao was still lying on the same bed, the pustules on his body even worse than before.
The pain had tormented him until he barely had the strength left to groan.
The souls of the kittens and puppies were still huddled at the head of the bed.
When they saw Wen Ning enter, something seemed to stir in their hollow eyes.
Big Golden Retriever poked his head out from behind Wen Ning. At the sight of those little souls, his ears perked up, and an extremely soft, low whimper escaped his throat—the instinctive greeting of one animal to another.
Hearing Big Golden Retriever's call, the kittens' and puppies' ears twitched. A faint glimmer slowly appeared in their once-hollow eyes.
Orange Cat was the first to float up from the head of the bed and approach Big Golden Retriever.
The little puppy followed, its broken hind leg still twisted at an unnatural angle.
Big Golden Retriever gently touched Orange Cat's ear with his nose, then lowered his head to nuzzle the puppy's head. Low whimpers rumbled in his throat, as though he were asking them questions, or comforting them.
After a long while, Big Golden Retriever turned to look at Wen Ning.
"The kittens and puppies say it's enough for Lin Hao to apologize."
Even Wen Ning froze.
He