Mango found Liuyi curled up in a ball in the corner of an old cardboard box that was wet by rain. That day was June 1st. This border collie puppy, which had just turned one full moon, had blue eyes that had not faded, like foggy stars. When Mango was holding it in his hand, he stretched out his pink tongue and gently licked her cold fingers.
At that moment, a torrent of emotions that did not belong to her crashed into her mind—cold and biting despair, boundless fatigue, and a faint but stubborn attachment to warmth.
Mango took this little guy, who was as light as a marshmallow, back home.
She soon discovered that Liuyi was different from other puppies.
When Mango hides on the sofa and sheds tears silently due to setbacks at work, Liuyi does not bark blankly, but walks over gently, raises his front paws to gently press her cheeks, rubs away the tears with his wet nose, and lets out soothing sobs from his throat. The understanding in those heterochromatic eyes almost gave Mango the illusion that he could understand sadness.
When Mango tried to numb himself with alcohol and unscrewed the bottle cap, Liuyi rushed in like a bolt of lightning, fiercely took the bottle and protected it behind him, bared his baby teeth and let out a warning growl, his eyes filled with unquestionable determination.
It always seems to be able to accurately understand every inch of her emotional fluctuations, never leaving when she is shrouded in haze, using its furry body to warm her cold hands and feet, and holding a toy in its mouth to forcefully interrupt her thoughts when she is indulging in the past.
Mango gradually relied on this silent protection, but one night when it was pouring with rain, he witnessed the most amazing scene——
She held the fruit knife and made unconscious gestures on her wrist, thinking about how to end this hopeless life.
