"Mo Yan placed Little Fur Ball's mouth under the nipple of the big yellow cow and said, 'Weren't you the same when you were young? Little Fur Ball is just like a person. He needs to sleep a lot when he's young to grow fast.'
Upon smelling the scent of milk, Little Fur Ball subconsciously opened its mouth and began to suck, its round and bright eyes slowly opening to reveal a very pretty, bright yellow color.
'I don't know when Little Flower will come back. If I don't send you back soon, your mother might not recognize you.'
Watching Little Fur Ball eat so contentedly, Mo Yan let out a helpless sigh.
Ever since Little Flower had ventured into the mountains, she hadn't shown her face, and Mo Yan didn't have the time to search for her in the mountains. She felt that critter was becoming wilder by the day.