She remembered, Alza was a fox, completely snow-white, a very ordinary breed, with a frail body.
His fur was clean, but long lacked luster, and his ears were always slightly drooping.
He didn't like to talk much, always used to curling up in a corner.
When he first awakened, she felt sorry for him and took the initiative to help relieve his mental stress without charging a penny.
She would sit beside him, gently patting his back, accompanying him in conversation.
At that time, she felt he was the one who needed care the most, also the one most easily hurt.
Later, she got married.
The wedding was simple, with not many guests, even Alza didn't attend.
She moved away from that area, changed to a new social circle, gradually stopped mentioning past events.
But some things, in the end, have never really passed.
It's been three years now, by all logic, he should have been paired by this age.
How could he still be left here with no one to care for him?
