Unable to find the white cat, Yang Xiao actually felt a sense of loss deep inside.
Truth be told, he himself found it hard to believe he would feel this way.
After all, his encounter with the white cat was nothing more than a chance meeting, devoid of any real bond. The only reason he took the cat in was to prevent the powerful and peculiar white cat from causing mischief outside and disrupting the world's order; his idea was to impose some restraints on it, putting on a shackle for the cat.
However, at this moment he realized that his so-called lack of bond with the white cat was just his own assumption.
The reality was not so. These past few days, he had lived with the white cat day and night, sleeping in the same room, and some bond had indeed formed.
He wasn't heartless, and the white cat wasn't just an inanimate object; taking care of the white cat was like caring for a pet.
Whoever it was, they would undoubtedly care deeply about their pets.
