The raindrops hammered on the window like countless little hammers, making the vintage Victorian window frames inside the shop appear slightly gloomy.
Every time a raindrop hits the glass, it creates a moist stain, and the scenery outside the window becomes more blurred.
Despite this weather, the shop maintained its typical tranquility and warmth.
Accompanied by a long and crisp "ding-dong" sound at the door, a pair of hands splashed with a few drops of rain pushed open the thick wooden door. The faint chill and dampness instantly mixed with the warm air inside the shop.
It was a gentle and refined young man, sprinkled with a touch of rain, his boots slightly damp from the rain. Most striking was the fluffy Little Black Cat, with its eyes wide open, cradled in his left arm.
The Little Black Cat seemed a bit dull.
Its brain seemed to be in a dormant state.
