It's him.
It's him.
It's Lu Yi.
She stood up after he had walked far away, approached the cat with the cat food, made a box out of cardboard, and put the cat food in the corner.
The cat meowed when it saw her, and rubbed its head against her leg.
Yan Huan reached out and stroked its head gently.
"I used to think that Lu Yi was the most cold-blooded man in the Lu family, inhuman, heartless, he doesn't know what feelings are. Then I realized, people don't show their kindness or cruelty on their faces."
"Do you agree?" She stroked its head again and poured some milk into the bowl. "Drink it. I'll come and see you again tomorrow."
