Pulling out a piece of paper from the bookshelf, she wrote something softly. However, she still didn't notice that the bright golden eyes on the sycamore tree outside the window were still staring at her.
.............
A few days passed. To Yuna's expectation, Zi'er did not come to her. And Arti never went out again. Every day, he lay lazily on the rocking chair on the balcony, closed his eyes and slept soundly. No.
He was silent and ignored, as if he had autism.
"It's time for dinner!" Wuji called it.
"Thank you, I'm not hungry yet," it curled its head toward its body.[
"I heard that Zi'er sold the house. She didn't want to go abroad to lick her wounds, right?" Yuna's mouth was full, and she tasted one after another of the delicacies made by Wuji. She was like a storm, but her eloquence was still good.
Very clear haha.
"Going abroad?" Wuji received Yuna's gaze and understood clearly. "It's far away. But it doesn't matter. If we miss her, it only takes a few hours to make a broom." He patted his chest.
, looking very happy.
"But there's only room for the two of us on the broom!" It means that if a certain cat wants to meet, it may be difficult.
"That's right!" Wuji pondered for a moment and suddenly smiled in relief, "Besides our Zi'er sister, I probably don't have many friends anymore, so don't worry about not having enough room for brooms."
The two people smiled mischievously at each other. They were satisfied to see the ears of the cat, who seemed to be trying his best to show that he didn't care about it, erect. Tonight, I was afraid that a cat would sneak out through the window again.
"Zi'er is dead!"
Bang - the ink bottle next to Arti was smashed to pieces, and the dark blue ink flowed into a small river on the floor, as if it was blood.