The next day, Ouyang Xueqing risen early and prepared herself. She didn't brought much of her belonging, only the robes on her body, the silver flute from Ren Yupei, and her light green mask. Even her usual accessories adorning her hair was taken off one by one until there were none remained.
She glanced toward the little Furball curling on top of her bed. "Are you sure you want to follow me?" She asked for the umpteenth times. "The place I'm going is a very, very dangerous one. In here, you can ask Brother Ren or An Zhengnan to feed you everyday, you can even go out to play once in a while."
Furball rolled his eyes. "I told you, no matter where you go, I will follow! Don't even think of abandoning me!" Ever since that day, Furball seemed to be attached to her, maybe because she was the one who woke him up from his slumber. He liked to ride on her shoulder or laid inside her sleeves as she carried him anywhere.
