Clyde Sumrs laughed, "But I don’t know your na. I can’t just call you ’hey’ all the ti. That’s so impolite."
"Hmph, you want to trick into telling you my na? I’m not falling for it."
She ignored Clyde and turned on her heel, her jet-black hair flicking up and creating an arc in the air, like a fish’s tail flipping into the water, full of life.
Clyde caught a whiff of the fragrance from her hair—a fresh, slightly sweet scent reminiscent of so kind of fruit.
Standing where he was, a delighted smile tugged at his lips. He called after her, "Hey, Angel Sister, let’s be friends."
The girl paid no attention, continuing forward without pause.
"Angel Sister? ... Gorgeous Sister? ... Sweetheart? Darling?"
She finally stopped, spun around in frustration, "If you keep calling that, I’m really going to get angry!"
He looked at her innocently, "If I can’t call you that, then what should I call you?"
"My na is Atra Blanc—Atra as in ’white’, Blanc as in ’butterfly rose’. Rember it, and stop calling random nas."
Clyde chuckled cheekily, catching up to walk beside her. "So which Blanc is that?"
"It’s the rose Blanc—surely you know roses?"
"I know, they look sothing like a butterfly rose, right?"
"Not the sa." Atra tried to explain, but concluded it was pointless, sighing in frustration, "Oh forget it, whatever you say..."
She still had to find her cat.
This place wasn’t exactly big, nor was it small; the river was right beside it—the cat surely couldn’t cross the river. It might be hiding in so grass, or up a tree.
Atra walked along, calling out her cat’s na.
Clyde followed lazily behind her, a few steps away.
When they were almost done walking by the river embanknt, there was still no sign of the cat, and Atra beca increasingly anxious. If it had gone beyond the embanknt, finding it would be nearly impossible.
"Want to help you look?" Clyde asked slowly from behind.
She was not impressed with him, thinking he was surely trying to tease her again. Skeptically, she asked, "What could you possibly do?"
"Easy," Clyde smirked, "I can bring my two big wolf dogs over. They’d guarantee to bring the cat back, though I can’t promise its safety."
Atra Blanc: "..."
Inhaling... exhaling... more inhaling...
Too angry for words, even breathing deeply didn’t work. She turned and walked away, refusing to see him any longer.
"Hey! What’s wrong now?" Clyde chased after her, suppressing laughter. "You really don’t make sense. I’m trying to help you, and you just give attitude... If you don’t like my suggestion, you can decline, but why just walk away? Such a temper..."
Atra refused to acknowledge him, marching persistently forward.
"Alright, alright, I was wrong, okay? Atra? Atra? ... Butterfly rose? Sister Rose? Sugar?"
"I told you I’m Atra Blanc!" She stopped, unable to tolerate it any longer, "Stop calling random nas!"
"But when I called you Atra, you didn’t respond either."
Seeing her about to leave again, Clyde quickly held her arm, "Don’t go, listen, there’s a cat owing."
"You’re just ssing with ; I don’t believe you!" Atra pulled away from him, frowning.
Clyde said, "I’m not lying, listen, there really is a cat owing."
Atra furrowed her brows and gazed around—the lush woods made it seem like she did hear a cat owing.
She showed surprise, quickly rembering the rascal behind her, and turned warily, watching Clyde.
Clyde grinned, "What are you looking at for?"
"Did you just imitate a cat owing?" Atra asked him.
Clyde snorted with laughter, "Why are you so funny? I can’t imitate cats, but I can try barking like a dog. Want to hear?"
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