On the verge of widowhood

The little white cat squatted on the roof licking its paws, its blue eyes looking behind.

The young man sitting not far away was playing with a bamboo flute in his hand, and put it to his lips from time to time, it seemed that he had no intention of playing it for a while.

Putting the prepared paws on the cold tiles and stepping on them, the little white cat shook its ears: "Before you play that terrible tune, you have to tell me——"

Qi Qi blew the bamboo flute unexpectedly before he finished speaking. It was clearly a night with a perfect moonlight in the world, but as soon as he listened to the tune, he seemed to be able to see those timeless moments in the cold and dark abyss when he closed his eyes. There are blue eyes, bright red lips and white fangs.

The white cat arched its back and all its fur exploded.