The sky was blue and the clouds were white, with bright sunshine.
Under the shade of a tree, Xingxing was making beggar's chicken.
Little Black was running around wildly, as if it had gone mad.
There were shadows in its heart.
It had stayed by Young Master Su's feet and inexplicably got tied to a tree, its mouth bound so tightly it couldn't make a sound.
Now!
Xingxing was making beggar's chicken again.
Little Black, worried that the same fate would befall it again, was frantically darting all around.
Xingxing looked worried.
She wasn't too concerned if Little Black didn't eat while it stayed in the backyard, but if it went outside for a spin, Xingxing couldn't rest easy.
Could someone have fed Little Black mad medicine?
Little Black ran around madly for a while, and when it got tired, it lay panting under the tree, ignored by all.
Xingxing added more firewood, using a fan to stir up the flames.
Suddenly, Little Black stood up, startling Xingxing.
