Just as Zhu Haomiao was contemplating whether to immediately return to reality to comfort his pet, a small white head peeked out from a nearby nook, surreptitiously observing from the shadows.
"Squeak~"
Hearing that familiar sound, Zhu Haomiao turned his head and let out a long sigh of relief.
"When did you run off?"
He picked up Diao Chan for a thorough inspection, and it turned out this little guy was not only unscathed but didn't even have a speck of dust on its snow-white fur, starkly contrasting the desolate battlefield around.
After a brief moment of anxiety, Zhu Haomiao calmed down, stroking Diao Chan's silky fur with suspicion, squinting his eyes.
Could this guy have an instinct for seeking fortune and avoiding calamity?
Sensing danger, evading in advance, and coming out again once everything is calm...
Crucially, its actions were so stealthy that even he hadn't noticed exactly when it left or how it appeared again!
