The sound coming from the garden was definitely made by a dog. But, to Pei Zhen the cat, it sounded more like a cry for help.
That's right.
It was a cry for help.
It was definitely a cry for help.
All of a sudden, Pei Zhen held his tail straight in the air and looked astutely towards the garden.
There was something moving amidst the lush foliage. From the outline that had been blurred by the shady greenery, it looked like shadows of men that were dancing. The sounds never stopped— it definitely wasn't caused by the wind rustling the leaves.
Fu Sichen frowned slightly. He sensed the change in the Persian cat and followed Pei Zhen's line of sight. "What's wrong?"
It had already gotten too dark for him to see anything clearly, and the garden was too overgrown. Even after straining his eyes for a while, Fu Sichen still couldn't figure out if there was something amiss.
