Dad brought home a golden retriever especially to keep Mom from getting lonely.
I turned around and sold it to a dog dealer to be bred for twelve litters in a row, until giving birth left it paralyzed.
Because in my last life, Mom had given that dog everything.
She took it everywhere and even held it while she slept.
In just two months, she seemed to age fifty years.
Then she died right in front of me.
The doctor called it sudden-onset premature aging.
Less than a month after we buried Mom, Dad moved her best friend into our house.
The woman who should have been lying in intensive care waiting to die had suddenly recovered.
Wearing Mom’s necklace and sleeping in Mom’s bed, she stroked my head and said, “Niannian, I’m your mommy now.”
Only later did I learn the truth.
Her soul was living inside the golden retriever Dad had brought home.
She was bound to a Life-Swapping System.
All she had to do was stay close to Mom in that dog’s body for forty-nine days straight, and she could steal Mom’s health and lifespan little by little.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the golden retriever arrived.
I looked down at it and smiled sweetly.
Send them to prison?
I didn’t have enough evidence.
But it was only a female dog in heat.
Sending it off to have eight or ten litters was perfectly reasonable, wasn’t it?
