The sky today was a sullen yellow-gray, with murky clouds piled up in the mid-air.
The wind rustled the dense woods with a rustling sound, and the green waves surged and rolled toward the dark red horizon.
After being shaved entirely save for her rounded head, First Day stared at herself in the mirror, her throat spasmodically clenching as she whimpered softly.
Fifth Day, Eleventh, and Sixteenth had the fur on both their front paws and upper bodies shaved, each cat lay in despair on the carpet, in a bad mood.
Lu Xiaoyou had the servants lock the four cats in their room, and although they were still fed and watered, they would stay there until Long Xiliang returned, and then she would let them out.
At this moment, Lu Xiaoyou sat cross-legged on the sofa, staring at her palm. There was a small wound in the center of her palm that would heal within a day.
But the solution from the flask had already seeped into the wound.
She frowned and clicked her tongue in annoyance.
