“After all, everyone wanted warmth.
Especially a stray dog that had frozen in the bitter cold so many times that the mere sight of salted roads made him tremble in the anticipation of snow, of the coming of winter.
Taxian-jun looked imposing, but only he himself knew the truth.
That he was nothing but a laughable stray. A stray that had always been looking for a place that he could curl up at, a place to call 'home', but he spent fifteen years looking and he still couldn't find it.
And so, his love and hate become laughably simple -
If someone gave him a beating, he would hate that person.
If someone gave him a bowl of soup, he would love that person.
He was only so simple, after all.”
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Rou Bao Bu Chi Rou,
The Husky and His White Cat Shizun: Erha He Ta De Bai Mao Shizun (Novel) Vol. 2