A very young lion cub was cautiously pawing at the door, peeking its little head halfway through. Its ears were pinned back, its body trembled slightly—it wanted to enter but didn't dare.
Sang Luo cried out instinctively, "Hephis!"
Then she shook her head. 'No, that's not Hephis.'
Hephis looked a lot like this little lion, but there were some differences upon closer inspection. Hephis's fur was golden with a hint of brown, while this little lion's was a pure, clear gold.
It was Duotu... the young Duotu from Anano's memories.
'So Duotu grew up listening to his parents argue.'
Sang Luo had long since felt nothing for Duotu. There was no love, nor could you call it hate. All her feelings for him had slowly dissipated over seven years. He was just a stranger she happened to know.
She could sigh in pity for this young Golden Lion, but at least he had raised Hephis well and hadn't let his son repeat the same mistakes.
「The scene shifted again.」
