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After finishing a small cup of milk, Zheng Tan felt much warmer too. He shook his fur and stretched lazily, looking towards the balcony outside.
The rain had stopped, replaced by flurries of white snow, and judging by the looks of it, the ground would soon be covered in white.
Seeing the emptied cup, the person crouched down to pick it up and walked inside the house. After a few steps, he turned back and popped his head out to the black cat crouched in the corner, saying, "Come in, it's cold outside."
Zheng Tan hesitated, wondering whether to go inside to avoid the wind or not. The wind outside seemed to be growing fiercer...
For a moment, Zheng Tan didn't react.
The person, thinking that the cat didn't understand, still stood at the door beckoning, then pointed to the cup that had held milk. Perhaps realizing that this gesture was ineffective, the person walked into the house, leaving the door leading to the balcony open.
