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Bai Ziyin The memories of the past are like a newspaper stained with ink, all black, no matter how hard you try, you can't read the content. But he knew one thing, recalling the past would give him a headache.
After experiencing several setbacks, no matter how much Black Cat tried to persuade and encourage, Bai Ziyin refused to try again.
It's strange to think that if a talking cat appeared in front of someone, Bai Ziyin would try to substitute Old Li and suddenly look at Black Cat with pity.
black cat looked back in confusion. What strange things is this person thinking about again?
But Bai Ziyin hardly took any time to accept the fact that this cat could talk—
Perhaps it was because of the loss of memory that caused his common sense module to malfunction, so in his view, it was not a big deal for a cat to talk.
The young man propped up his face with one hand, while the other hand played with the stained teacup left on the table, boredly looking through the hazy glass at the outside scenery. The orange sunset appeared even darker through the dust, casting no warmth on the person. The young man tightened his no longer cold cup, as if to warm his hands.
He couldn't shake off the feeling that something bad was about to happen.
black cat lightly jumped onto the table and comfortingly rubbed its forehead against Bai Ziyin's nose, carefully saying, "You've already placed the fresh meat tainted with the scent of living people outside. We will have a peaceful night, nothing will happen."
Bai Ziyin turned his light-colored eyes and loosened his grip on the teacup, muttering softly, "Maybe... I have no idea... where this place is... Uncle Zhang is a nice neighbor..."
He spoke quickly and urgently, his voice faint and weightless, as if it could be blown away by a gust of wind.
black cat can guess what it is wondering, but due to various factors, it cannot find an answer. It looks a bit troubled as it scratches its chin with its paws, but this action mistakenly leads Bai Ziyin to believe that it is signaling a desire to be petted by humans.
The young man sets down his tea cup, which has become as hot as a stone, and instead reaches for black cat's chin. His fingertips are scorching, but when they touch the black cat, the temperature becomes just right, suitable for a spirit cat. After a few futile attempts to resist, the cat starts to make a contented "purring" sound in its throat.
This moment of relaxation allows the young man's turbulent thoughts to temporarily come to a halt.
But walking in the densely packed, pitch-black, unrestrainedly growing forest, with thorny paths leading to the unknown, the traveler, even if able to rest briefly, will be urged by the wind behind him and the malicious whispers in his ears to once again move his aching feet and continue to wander forward in confusion.
A short, close call broke the barrier between calm and chaos.
The young man calmly withdrew his hands and turned to look at the moss and mildew-covered earthen wall. His gaze was focused and serious, as if there were a piece of art worthy of appreciation and scrutiny hanging there.
"Xiao Bai!"
black cat The fur on its back stood up, staring alertly in the direction of the front yard.
The gate of the courtyard was knocked, and the dense knocking sound, like beating a drum, was enough to reflect the visitor's panic.
What should be done next? Bai Ziyin carefully observed the situation, as if it were a delicate instrument. He stood in a shadow, but seemed to hear the panting of the unexpected visitor.
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