"Meow, meow, meow..."
"Meow, meow...meow, meow, meow..."
The sound was getting louder, and very familiar.
So familiar that Qin Mei's paralyzed body in bed involuntarily shrank.
At that instant, the white figure outside the window appeared again.
Under the moonlight, the contours of its white form were clearly visible this time.
It was Yaoyao's beloved pet, the white cat Xueqiu, unmistakably.
The little fellow hovered outside the window, its green eyes intensely focusing on Qin Mei, displaying a pitiful look of distress.
It lifted up its fluffy white paws, and scratched hard against the glass window.
Sharp claws clashed against the glass, creating a cacophony of friction.
"Meow, meow, meow!!!"
The anxious cat's cry traversed the glass window, reaching the ears of Qin Mei inside the room.
The sound was just too annoying.
He turned over, rolled onto his stomach, picked up his pillow, and placed it over his head to block out the noise.
