“He murmured, “Three thousand, seven hundred and ninety-nine.” He had counted as he walked. That was the number of steps up to the main gate, the number of steps that Chu Wanning had climbed that day, carrying him on his back. He was certain that for as long as he lived, he would never forget Chu Wanning’s hands, cold as ice, chafed raw and bloody.”
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Rou Bao Bu Chi Rou,
The Husky and His White Cat Shizun: Erha He Ta De Bai Mao Shizun (Novel) Vol. 4