Zhuo Mu died, and Pei Xiaoyang didn't want to live anymore either. Without a second thought, he leaped from the eighteenth floor.
When he opened his eyes again, there was no Bridge of Helplessness and no soup from Granny Meng. There was only an iron cage. To Pei Xiaoyang's shock, he had turned into a little wolf cub!
He whined and acted pitiful, then snarled and tried to look fierce. He escaped the hunter's gun, but not the butcher's club at a dog meat shop. Just as he was on the verge of death, Zhuo Mu, who was still alive, found him and took him home.
Zhuo Mu: Poor little pup. From now on, I'm your owner. Don't worry, I'll take good care of you.
Pei Xiaoyang: Awoo, awoo! (I'm a wolf!)
Zhuo Mu: Aww, you're so cute, all fierce and fluffy. Mwah!
Pei Xiaoyang: Woof, woof, woof! (You're right! I'm a little puppy, a cute baby pup!)
A mutually doting romance, sweetness level: +++++++++++++++++
