Xu Xiaoyou turned off the TV screen and sighed softly.
On that beach, she had thought about agreeing to the other's request, but their identities were destined - that would only exist in unrealistic fantasies.
In the end, they still headed towards the crossroads of fate.
Anya, who was beside her, was awakened by the noise and, after mumbling a few incoherent words, opened her eyes.
Upon seeing Xu Xiaoyou was fine, Anya's eyes brightened slightly, and she pounced directly onto Xu Xiaoyou, burying her head in the girl's arms.
Xu Xiaoyou didn't say anything, gently wrapped her arm around Anya, and stroked the girl's hair.
Looking at the girl's twitching furry ears, she thought, the other seemed a bit too dependent on her.
Whenever she was in danger, Anya would act as if she had lost her mind, disregarding everything, even risking injury to stand in front of her.
This wasn't a good thing for the Snowfield Wolf.
