"We're moving," said Yan Huan to Little Bean as she scooped the kitten into her arms. It had been a little over a month since she had first adopted Little Bean, and the tiny, sad-looking kitten back then was now a plump, beautiful cat with pretty blue eyes. She was also extremely obedient: she kept her tiny claws sheathed and hidden at all times and never clawed at the furniture.
Yi Ling was covered from head to toe with bags of all sizes. She was carrying everything she could possibly carry; Yan Huan, on the other hand, could only carry the bare minimum of luggage because she had to carry the cat, too.
"I forgot something." They had already walked some distance when Yi Ling suddenly stopped and placed her bags on the ground.
