Many years ago, he had seen a dirty and pitiful little white dog on the street.
He felt that he was like that stray dog.
His mother only cared about his lost sister, and his father only cared about his sick mother.
Only Jaquan cared for him occasionally, like a passerby feeding the dog.
So he picked up the stray dog.
But because his mother was allergic to dog fur, the dog was thrown away the day after he brought it back.
He had just prepared a nest, food, and water for it.
The next day, it was mercilessly thrown out of the old house by his father.
He had cried and begged his father not to throw the dog out.
He could raise it near his room and not let it see her mother.
After all, their house was so big. So what if he had a pet?
Unfortunately, his father threw the stray dog away without saying a word.
The next day, the washed dog was frozen to death.