"Right? Isn't it more realistic than the Siamese cat that the wild man gave you? Let's use this in memory of it."
"?" "Wild what?"
"Oh, it's nothing. I was referring to Yang Binye," Wen Yanqing replied.
Previously, Yang Binye had given Lin Gantang a felt kitten in memory of the Siamese cat.
"I know you accepted his cat because of his feelings for it, right?"
"Yeah, he's quite thoughtful. He must have given me the kitten because he's grateful to the bookstore for helping him find Mayer." Lin Gantang did not think there was anything else to it.
Wen Yanqing thought to himself, 'Heh! If he hadn't been blushing, I would have believed he had no other thoughts behind the matter.'
"But one is enough. Why did you get someone to make another?" Lin Gantang asked.
Wen Yanqing took the felt kitten from his pocket and handed it to her. "I'm sorry, Tangtang. I didn't take good care of Big Mi. It broke your things."
