Xie Shang gazed at the empty room, lost in thought, in a daze. He sat for a long time before rising from the bed and walking into the yard.
The cat lay on the wicker chair basking in the sunlight, its eyelids drooping, tail swishing contentedly.
Xie Shang walked over.
"Meow."
He bent down slightly and touched the cat's head, "Did she come by?"
"Meow."
The cat affectionately rubbed its head against the palm of his master.
Xie Shang withdrew his hand, rolled up his sleeve, revealing a bite mark on his arm.
He smiled.
People's habits are hard to change, just like how he liked to bite Miss Wen's nape gently from behind, and Miss Wen always responded by biting his arm vigorously.
He caressed the mark on his arm, "Sleep with me and then throw me away, how can she be so heartless."
"Meow."
The mistress had fed it, and with its belly full and quenched thirst, it squinted its cat eyes and dozed off.
Winter was nearing, and the sun was very gentle.
