It's now 2 am sharp; I still have forty-four minutes left. Chen Ge followed the trail and felt like he was not that far away from that tunnel. The trees by the road swayed, and the leaves rustled. The white cat in his embrace was getting increasingly uneasy, and its claws stuck into Chen Ge's clothes.
Looks like the white cat has already sensed something. Chen Ge patted the animal's head. You were so feral before this. How come you're so easily scared nowadays?
The white cat looked at Chen Ge with complicated emotions in its eyes. It would probably have had a hard time explaining itself as well.
