Her gaze fell on the windowsill because a little cat jumped up, its small black figure carefully yet nimbly walking on the narrow window ledge.
The fluffy long tail cast a shadow under the moonlight.
Ruan Yiyi raised an eyebrow. This little creature really wasn't afraid of falling. What makes it worth leaping around up there?
And just as she was thinking this, suddenly a window opened.
Opening the window, a hand reached out, stroking the little cat's head gently in the dark night, while the little cat slightly raised its head, enjoying being petted.
It seemed to enjoy it immensely.
At this time, the hand retracted,
and when it reached out again, it held a small sausage, feeding it bit by bit.
As if guided by an invisible force, Ruan Yiyi watched this scene, unable to look away.
