Even after Sheng Ke had left, Famous was still squatting in front of the store, looking in the direction where the police vehicle had driven away, resurgent rays sparkling in its pupils.
Since arriving at the pet shop, Famous had been somewhat unhappy. It often squatted in the corner alone, its tongue out while it thought of something. Sometimes, it would close its eyes painfully, and even in the middle of the night, it would suddenly wake up, shivering. Zhang Zian did not know what it was thinking, but if it had somehow entered the black box Galaxy was once in, perhaps its body had escaped from the box, but its heart was still trapped in the box and was enduring endless reincarnation nightmares.