"Want a drink?"
Veronia, not sure from where, took out a can of beer and set it beside the Little Husky, asking as it perched on the balcony rail, who then wagged its tail and glanced at Veronia, saying,
"You're still not asleep?"
"That incident today, it was partly because of you, wasn't it?"
Veronia didn't answer but instead asked out loud, upon reflection it was clear, although Little Ice Cream was somewhat special, its strength was apparent, and it wouldn't make sense for it to be overcome by such a vast power gap—so, the only possibility was Feng Yuan. Even though that guy likely wasn't the instigator, his power was the only one present that could surpass theirs at the time.
Looking at the crescent moon, the Little Husky shook its tail and said,
"Sort of, why, did I inadvertently evoke some memories you'd rather not recall?"
Staring at that smiling canine face, Veronia exhaled and sat on the railing, looking up at the bright moon, saying,