Xia Xin continued, "You might be feeding these stray cats, but you look so worried while you do it. You're obviously concerned about your own pet cat, aren't you? You're also desperate for money—probably to pay for its medical treatments."
Chen Li remained silent, which didn't bother Xia Xin. She continued, "The sickness must be severe to have you so distressed. Have you ever considered letting go and just spending quality time with it instead? Your news-hounding and blackmail might make you quick cash, but you're breaking the law and missing out on precious moments with your cat. Cats, like humans, crave companionship."
Chen Li didn't respond, but he was clearly wrestling with his thoughts. Anan had been with him for four years, ever since he started college. Now that Anan was sick and needed money for treatment, the idea of giving up was heart-wrenching.
