With Jiang Xia's help, Da Huang accepted reality.
An Ning was not to be messed with, and neither was her wolf... dog.
A dejected Da Huang rested its large head in Jiang Xia's embrace, like a child who had lost a fight.
The sight made An Ning feel a little bad for him.
Holding Xiao Lang, she stepped forward and guided one of his little paws toward Da Huang.
"Da Huang, Xiao Lang is very nice. He'll protect me. How about we become friends with him?"
Xiao Lang, nestled in An Ning's arms, put on a haughty air, as if to say, 'I don't want to, but you're forcing me.' Yet, he had retracted all his claws, leaving only his soft paw pads exposed.
Whether it was out of acceptance or a genuine desire to reconcile, Da Huang pulled away from Jiang Xia's embrace and extended a paw toward Xiao Lang's small one.
A historic truce was about to unfold before their very eyes.
"Agh—you little monster!"
"No, no, no! Don't get mad!"
