So ironic, he still didn't die. A bitter memory came to his mind, and turned into a man's tearful face, which was hard to endure and was glittering.
"Hey! Did I see wrong? Mr. Silver Wolf, who is cold and silent, is actually hurt by love and shed tears of joy?" Unexpectedly, he thought that no one would see him like this, so he let the panther who came in to check his injuries to find out whether he was good or bad.
"Oh! Don't be self-sentimental! My wound is in pain, and it's so painful that I'm shedding tears!" The silver wolf still pretended to smile chicly, not wanting to let this good friend who really cared about him feel sad for him.
"Well! Have I brought the right medicine?" The black panther lit up the bandages and medicine in his hand. He was clearly a completely foreign marti
