"Meow, meow..."
The little one seemed to understand Jasmine Yale's words, lying at her feet and meowing a few times, his big eyes pitiful and adorable.
Jasmine Yale smiled, her eyes squinting: "Good kitty."
She closed the door and then walked out of the apartment.
Outside, the clouds were soft and the breeze gentle; the weather was excellent, the air filled with a fresh essence mixed with the fragrance of dust.
In foreign lands, there was no tradition of celebrating Qixi Festival, only a few shops hung small ornaments of the Cowherd and Weaving Maid, which looked quite interesting.
Jasmine Yale strolled on the bustling streets, picking a few small gifts for herself at the mall.
A shopping spree, watching a movie, buying some cat food and toys for Sweet Kitty.
On the financial street, the electronic screen stood resolutely on a large building.
The clear screen scrolled through major international financial affairs, entirely in English, upscale and atmospheric.
