Sweet Wife in My Arms

Thunder cracked outside suddenly. After a while, it was obvious the bad weather had turned into a thunderstorm.

Yan Huan put down her chopsticks, distracted by her thoughts. Of course she couldn't focus on eating her meal.

"Huanhuan, what's wrong with you?" Yi Ling also put down her chopsticks. She took Yan Huan's face in her hands, "Why you are so uneasy?"

"Emm..." She bit her fingernails, "Is your stomach upset?"

"No." Yan Huan gazed at Yi Ling, whose mind was wandering, "Don't worry, I'm pretty healthy, it's okay." Yan Huan pushed Yi Ling's fingers away. The wind outside was getting stronger but she stood up, opened the door, and ran out.

"Huanhuan, Huanhuan, where are you going?"

Yi Ling followed her until the doorway, but Yan Huan was already out of sight.

"What's wrong with her lately? She's going crazy!" She turned around and clung to the door with her whole body like a gecko. "Oh, she's grown up so she's not obedient like before. She used to tell me everything in the past but now she doesn't say anything at all. It's a start for her to have her own little secrets. "

She bit the fringe of her clothes with force, her tears almost could not stop.

"Mother Yan, I am so sorry to you. Huanyan was brought up to disobedience."

At the moment, Yan Huan had already ran into the street. She raised her arms before her eyes, she almost could not open her eyes because of the wind and the rain, which were as big as beans, that dropped onto her body.

Those cats still stayed outside. It was not a problem if the weather was good, but it was troublesome if it was a rainy day. If she had known the situation would be like that earlier, she would have brought them home. There was little space, but it was a shelter from the storm for them.

Although they were not rich, they could still afford cat food for them. It wasn't that she was extremely sympathetic, nor a busybody. She just remembered that when her mother was hospitalized for her illness, Yi Ling and she had also slept rough on the streets, she also had no fixed home like those cats.

Therefore, she didn't have the heart to do nothing.

When she arrived, the rain became harder and harder, falling drop by drop, which hurt her face.

"Meow..."

"Meow..."

She heard a weak meow.

She ran to where the stray cats gathered. The box was still there, as well as the cat food beside it. She squatted and opened the box, but the cats who had been inside disappeared.

"Meow..." One more sound came. She followed the meow and found a kitten in the corner. It was a tortoiseshell cat, and the mother cat's kid as well. Yet where were other cats? Where was the mother cat? And the other kittens?

At that time, the little kitten was trembling in the corner, all of its fur was wet. It yowled weakly and its eyes were wet like it was about to cry. It looked as pitiful as could be.

Yan Huan went over and picked up the little kitten carefully. Perhaps it was lost, or the mother cat and other kittens were brought home by other passers-by and just it was left.

The rain became harder, she wrapped the kitten in her clothes, then ran into the rain, clenching her teeth. Now the rain commenced pouring down violently.