The moment the two women stepped inside, Big Yellow, with the energy of a caffeinated toddler, caught sight of Gu Zi and immediately lost its mind. It barked in joyful spurts—"Awuu! Awuu!"—tail wagging like a metronome gone wild. It had clearly missed her terribly.
As Gu Zi approached, the dog began leaping up and down with unabashed glee, practically doing somersaults in excitement. She couldn't bear to walk past it. Instead, she bent down with a soft smile, her fingers sinking into its fur as she lovingly patted its head.
"There, there," she murmured, soothing it for a long moment as if calming an old friend who'd waited years for her return.
Meanwhile, Su Jing had already hauled all the luggage into the spacious living room. At first glance, the exterior of the house seemed modest and a little worn, but the interior—oh, the interior—was a different story entirely. It was elegant, tastefully appointed, and incredibly warm.
