He shrugged helplessly.
Brother, it's just a meal, you're too easy to please. Last night we were like brothers, keeping each other warm, and now today you're turning your back on me just like that.
The stray dog seemed to understand the look in Sheng Shaocheng's eyes, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly pushed the food over a bit, reluctantly giving Sheng Shaocheng a glance, as if remembering his kindness and planning to share some food with him.
Watching this, Sheng Shaocheng couldn't help but reach out and rub its head, "You go ahead and eat, I'm not hungry."
Then, with no more pauses of tenderness, the stray dog quickly devoured the breakfast in an instant.
Sheng Shaocheng finally couldn't help but smile softly, but suddenly recalled the memory of them holding the same steamed bun, with her insisting he wasn't hungry and wanting him to eat. He didn't eat it, nor did she, and they watched the bun turn hard without taking a single bite...
