The accident was reported on TV again that day.

The host's eyes turned red as the broadcast continued, and finally couldn't help but comment, "Rare to have such devoted lovers."

The whole internet was calling for Wen Yi to move on, saying that my spirit in heaven must not want him to be like this.

Yang Tan coldly turned off the TV and went upstairs.

Hey, wait, I was waiting to watch the TV series after the commercials, he turned it off, what do I watch now?

That day after returning home, I started to fall ill.

A ghost getting sick, this is truly a novel thing.

But the fact is, I lay on Yang Tan's soft big bed, with a piercing pain invading my body.

I couldn't open my eyes, only hearing Yang Tan's voice at the door talking on the phone.

My face was itchy, feeling like something warm and fuzzy was rubbing against me.

It whimpered twice, and I recognized it was Autumn.

It used to wander on the street in the city center, you feed a bit, I feed a bit at various shops, and that's how it survived.

Autumn is a good little dog, very well-behaved, never bites, and when it sees us, it extends its head for us to pet.

It likes to sunbathe at the entrance of our shop, likes to walk down the street with its tail up, likes to run with quick steps.

Later, the city carried out a stray dog elimination campaign for urban beautification, the first step was to capture and kill stray dogs throughout the city.

They caught Autumn sleeping at the entrance of our shop, we pleaded with them, saying Autumn is a good little dog, the dog-catching team knew my family, so they temporarily let it go, but couldn't guarantee they wouldn't take it next time they saw it.

I completed the procedures and brought Autumn home, every time Yang Tan saw it, he would scold it for being ugly, and incidentally mock my poor taste.

However, a week before the wedding, we couldn't find it anywhere, I turned the house upside down, asked Wen Yi, he said he hadn't seen it, maybe Autumn went off to play somewhere.

I stroked Autumn's fur, never expecting it had actually run off to Yang Tan's house, how nice, I thought I would never see it again.

I faintly heard Yang Tan talking on the phone about how long agarwood could last, and something about sealing the octagonal well.

I was startled, he wouldn't know I was wandering around him, and then prepare to have someone lock me up, would he?