I watched it gradually lose its vitality.
Cornelius snorted coldly, lifted it up and smashed it on the ground.
Winter's body was pierced with deep and shallow fragments. It was convulsing all over and making faint cries.
I rushed over and hugged Winter tightly, trembling all over.
"Winter..."
I tried to talk to it, but all it could make was gasping for breath.
I wanted to take it to the doctor, but before I could take a few steps, the puppy died in my arms.
I turned my eyes angrily at Cornelius, but he had a fearless expression on his face.
It seemed that this matter was painless to him.
And my pain was a catalyst for excitement in his eyes.
At that moment, I suddenly felt that he did not look so much like Killian. Killian had a mole at the end of his eye.
However, he did not.
I stopped crying and said nothing. I carried Winter back to my room.
The sound of laughter and chatter between the two outside the door pierced my ears and the coldness in my arms was like a needle piercing my heart, so painful that I could not breathe.
Cornelius, you really have no conscience.
"Miss, we are a pet funeral house. Can't we get in through the gate of this community?"
"Wait, I'll come pick you up."