On the verge of widowhood

"Wait for me, meow—"

The white cat was out of breath, and begged for mercy to the fast-running figure in front of it.

Qi Qi slammed on the brakes and before he could turn his head to tease the white cat's short legs, he saw a rain of iris flowers that only monsters could see falling out of nowhere in the air.

"There's news from that Yunmu, meow." The white cat huddled into a ball and gasped for breath during the pause.

Qi Qi raised his eyebrows, and played with his hair that was drenched in the rain: "Then let's go first."

The white cat heaved a sigh of relief and stood up, shook the water from its fur, licked its right front paw that was stepping on the puddle, and then was immediately covered by a clean handkerchief.

"Pay attention to manners."

The white cat whimpered and pulled off the handkerchief and wiped its mouth.