The afternoon sunlight streamed in through the windows, filling the dorm with a lazy atmosphere.
The orange cat sprawled on the window sill, basking in the sunlight, sniffed the scent of oil diffusing from the paper bag. It flicked its whiskers, wagged its tail, and finally, with great effort, crawled over to where the wizards were having their midday meals.
The little green sprites, who had been napping on the fat cat, grumbled at the disruption and flew back to Hehe's tent in pairs to continue their siesta.
The young scholarship student watched these carefree creatures and was suddenly seized by a desire to become a cat again.
"Maybe if I were a cat, I wouldn't have these troubles," he murmured, quietly muttering to himself.
"What?" Xiao Xiao just ripped open a paper bag filled with steaming meat buns, his voice was slightly greasy from the food, "What were you saying about trouble?"
