"Hahaha, Little Yellow? Little Black??" Zhang Xiaohua stood in mid-air, his face full of smiles, his heart exceptionally warm, which diluted a lot of the sadness from departing from his dream.
Not even half an incense stick time later, Little Yellow was the first to arrive. It only approached about ten feet in front of Zhang Xiaohua before stopping. Its large tail, larger than its whole body, was gently swaying behind it as it silently hovered.
A faint voice flashed through Zhang Xiaohua's mind: "Mother...is that you?"
Zhang Xiaohua's face showed an awkward expression, not knowing how to respond, only inwardly grumbling: "This kid, I was originally male, how did I become 'Mother'?"
However, Little Yellow seemed to understand. Its small eyes gleamed with joy. With a swish, its tail swept itself onto Zhang Xiaohua's shoulder. Its small claws draped around his head, showing immense affection. But this act of affection turned Zhang Xiaohua's hair into a mess.
