That afternoon, it rained heavily, and she looked at Dingdang as if she had lost a relative.
I had never comforted someone who had lost a dog, so all I could say to her was, "Don't cry."
She said that she and Dingdang have known each other for ten years. Dingdang would wait for her to finish class at the intersection of her house every day. He never missed a day, even when he was sick.
After listening to what she said, I asked myself: "Will I be absent from your life?"
The answer soon appeared.
Conception: