After struggling for half a day, Su Wangchuan finally had to admit, reluctantly, that he could only watch, but he couldn't control the actions of his younger self.
So, even though Honghong, whom he hadn't seen in years, was right by his side, he could still do nothing but watch helplessly, unable to touch its fluffy body.
Watching that bushy tail moving back and forth in front of his own face, like a blazing flame, he felt an itching in his heart, as if feathers were brushing over him, making it specially hard to bear.
But on second thought, he relaxed his emotions, "Even if I can't touch it, as long as I can see that Honghong is alright, I am very satisfied."
However... why did He Qing suddenly make him like this, and what for?
He only remembered that on this night, his parents had returned from the city and stubbornly taken him back home. But why they suddenly took him back and how he said goodbye to Honghong, he had no impression at all.
