"Oh... here they come."
Wang Hao rubbed his eyes sleepily.
When he opened his eyes, he saw three men and a dog had entered the internet cafe.
One of the companions, whose spirits seemed rather good, showed no signs of aging.
There were also two young men dressed… in Hanfu?
Well, let's assume it's Hanfu.
Wang Hao nodded to himself.
It seemed that the recent "Hanfu Revival Movement" in Xia Country was doing well, and how to put it—the self-censorship in the area of culture was sometimes too severe. A campaign like this one was certainly better than none at all.
Wang Hao's thoughts wandered for a while before he noticed the white dog, looking nearly out of breath, and he frowned slightly.
"Is this dog sick?"
"I gave it some medicine for roundworms," Han Xiaoyue explained quietly into Wang Hao's ear, her breath tickling him in a way that made him slightly itchy.
Wasn't this girl afraid of strangers? Speaking so softly, what was she shy about?
"Is it a stray dog?"
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