At six in the morning, Lin Wan was dragged out of sleep by a sound.
Not an alarm clock.
A long, miserable, ear-piercing howl—carrying an indescribable sense of stupidity—cut straight through the thin walls of her rented apartment and stabbed into her temples, already throbbing from pulling an all-nighter editing videos.
She shot upright in bed, hair exploding in every direction, eyes hollow as she stared at the ceiling.
What the hell is wrong with the new neighbor?
Raising geese?Or did someone's husky catch some kind of throat disease?
The howling stopped for two seconds.
Then came the violent BANG BANG BANG.
Scratching at the door.Low, threatening growls.And the awful screech of something hard scraping against metal.
Lin Wan snapped.
She grabbed the slipper she'd used last night to smash a cockroach, stomped barefoot to the door, and yanked it open—
"Are you insane?! Do you have any idea what time it—"
Her voice cut off.
There was no deranged neighbor.No oversized sled dog.
Only a dog.
A husky.
Gray-white fur.Ice-blue eyes.Three dark markings on its forehead—the textbook definition of a premium Siberian Husky.
Its coat was glossy.Its build flawless.
And yet—
One front paw was frozen mid-air, clearly caught clawing at her door.Its mouth hung slightly open, tongue drooping as it panted.Those famous blue eyes—usually full of judgment—now reflected her perfectly:
Pink bunny slippers raised like a weapon.Wrinkled pajamas slipping off one shoulder.Hair resembling a bird's nest after a small explosion.
But that wasn't the strangest part.
Around the husky's neck—
Was a tie.
Not a dog tag.Not a leash.
A dark blue silk tie with subtle patterns, expensive at a glance, soaked and wrinkled, looped awkwardly around its neck like the remains of a failed hanging.
Lin Wan's anger froze solid.
She blinked.Once.Twice.
The husky blinked back.
Then it lowered its paw, straightened its chest—as much as a dog physically could—lifted its chin, and let out a series of dramatic sounds:
"Ao—wu—ao—woof!"
Not barking.
More like…trying to talk.Or make a formal declaration.
Paired with that ridiculous tie and its forced dignified posture, the comedic effect was lethal.
Lin Wan stared for three seconds, then slowly shifted her gaze from its "kneel before the king" expression to the massive fluffy tail sweeping dust across the hallway like a broom.
"You…" she tried cautiously."Where's your owner? Did you get lost?"
The husky immediately stopped its "speech."
A flash of irritation—and unmistakable humiliation—passed through its eyes.
It snorted, lifted a paw, and slapped the doorframe impatiently.
Then it barked once toward the stairwell.
Turned back.
Stared at her.
Those blue eyes clearly said:
Open the door. Let me in. Now.
This dog is possessed, Lin Wan thought.
But if she let it keep howling outside, the neighborhood committee auntie would show up within five minutes.
She sighed and stepped aside.
"Fine. Come in.But I don't have dog food—only instant noodles and sausage.Until we find your owner, behave yourself."
The husky shot inside like a missile.
It surveyed the entryway, nose twitching, then walked into the living room with a strange gait—half runway model, half clumsy toddler.
It ignored the snack wrappers.Ignored the socks.Walked straight to the sofa—the only respectable piece of furniture in the room.
With a light leap, it landed on the couch.
Sat down.
Back straight.Front paws together.Chin raised.
Its gaze swept across the filming equipment, the half-eaten takeout boxes, the unused cat bed.
Finally—
It looked at Lin Wan.
From above.
Judging.Tolerant.Mildly disgusted.
Lin Wan crossed her arms. "What's with that look?If you hate it so much, why'd you come in?"
The husky snorted and turned away, leaving her only a cold, elegant profile—
And the absurd tie swaying slightly at its neck.
Her eyes locked onto the tie.
Under the light, she could clearly see the fabric, the pattern—
And a tiny silver embroidered letter at the end.
"S."
It felt familiar.
Too familiar.
A ridiculous thought slammed into her half-awake brain.
She spun around, rushed into the bedroom, grabbed her phone.
Unlocked it.
Weibo.
Top trending topic.Blood-red tag.
#Silas Moore Missing#
Her fingers went cold.
She tapped in.
Blurry street photos.One pristine official promotional image.
The post said that after a celebration banquet last night, top idol Silas Moore had left alone and vanished. His agency had already contacted the police.
The comments were exploding—fans crying, haters mocking, bystanders enjoying the chaos.
Lin Wan stared at the promo photo.
The man wore a custom black suit.Sharp eyes.Cold expression.An untouchable, top-tier aura.
And around his neck—
A tie.
Dark blue.Subtle pattern.A silver embroidered "S."
Exactly the same as the one now soaked with saliva and dog fur—
Hanging around the neck of the husky sitting on her couch.
Her phone slipped from her fingers.
Thud.
Slowly—inch by inch—she turned back.
The husky had already looked over.
It glanced at her.At the fallen phone.At her bloodless face.
It seemed to want to make an expression, but dog anatomy limited it to something between solemn and ridiculous.
It shifted slightly, as if considering getting off the couch—then decided the height suited its status better.
Instead, it lifted a paw and scratched the sofa cushion anxiously.
Her new sofa cushion.
"You're…" Lin Wan heard her own voice drifting."…Silas Moore?"
The husky froze.
Those blue eyes churned with complex emotions.
Then—
Very slowly.Very slightly.Almost imperceptibly—
It nodded.