The next day.
Early autumn's warm morning breeze passed through the wooden window frames, rustling the pale blue curtains by An Su's bed. Occasionally, a strong gust would lift the entire curtain, making it resemble a rolling ocean. Outside the window, some vines were planted, their layered tiny green leaves slicing the light into small, glittering points that danced on the blue ocean-like curtain.
"Meow."
Luo Xiaohei squatted on the eaves of An Su's residence, her fiery red eyes lazily closed, basking in the warm sunlight. She stretched her voice and meowed toward the sky, and as the sun rose higher, Farol gradually brightened.
"Meow meow."
Of course, Luo Xiaohei definitely didn't think she was crowing. Being the prestigious Chaotic Saintess, she certainly wouldn't demean herself by competing with a rooster. But ever since returning from the Nether World, she felt an inexplicable urge to meow at the morning sun.
