When the bolt of golden lightning struck, Fat Meow was happily munching on something fragrant it had snatched from a wolf.,He picked her up from the bed and held her in his arms, gently patting her back. That look was pure adoration, like he would give his own heart to that little one as medicine!,"No, I'm still holding him." 阮林氏 refused, lowering her head to look at the little grandson with wide eyes that kept gazing up at her. Her heart ached, and she couldn't help but think of how sick he had been a few days ago. Tears welled up in her eyes.。