Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
The blonde wiped his sweat, "Turns out it was this one, I almost thought all this effort was for nothing."
Clyde Sumrs picked the cat out of Big Head’s arms. It was quite thin, but just by judging its weight, he knew it wasn’t. In terms of appearance, he couldn’t really tell the difference.
All the white cats in the world looked the sa to him.
"Where did you find it?" Clyde Sumrs asked.
"Grandma Lewis’s backyard," Big Head replied.
The blonde asked Big Head, "You didn’t bring one of Grandma Lewis’s cats here, did you?"
"How would I know? There are a dozen cats in that backyard, who can tell which ones she keeps?"
Clyde Sumrs furrowed his brows and said lightly, "Let’s go with this one."
It’s better than a dead cat, at least it wouldn’t make her cry uncontrollably, which made him feel uncomfortable.
To prevent Atra Blanc from noticing the difference, Clyde Sumrs sared so peat dust on the cat, making it dirty and disheveled, with its fur all ssed up.
He took the cat to Atra Blanc, who just glanced and shook her head, "This isn’t Pinky."
"You didn’t even look closely," Clyde Sumrs said, "Even if it’s dirty and ugly now, you should still recognize it, right?"
Atra Blanc still shook her head, "It’s really not. Pinky is female, and this one is male."
Clyde Sumrs: "..."
After a mont of silence, he still handed the cat over, "It’s lost anyway. Just treat this cat as Pinky. There’s really not much difference..."
Atra Blanc pressed her lips lightly, a look of dejection and loss in her eyes, "It’s not the sa... This cat doesn’t know my mom..."
Clyde Sumrs was slightly stunned, sowhat puzzled.
"Pinky was my mom’s cat," Atra Blanc whispered to him, "My mom got a disease and doesn’t rember anyone anymore. Doesn’t rember my dad, doesn’t rember . Only when Pinky jumps on her lap and rubs against her does she show any reaction, rembering who she is, rembering she owned a cat..."
Atra Blanc closed her eyes briefly, perhaps out of sadness, her voice grew weaker: "...The only thing mom rembers is her cat, and now the cat’s gone... with the cat gone, it’s like everything’s gone..."
Clyde Sumrs watched Atra Blanc, and after a mont, he looked away and at the cat in his hands.
Perhaps thinking there’s no need to insist, he casually let it go, and the cat landed on all fours and swiftly ran off.
"Don’t worry, I’m fine." Atra Blanc gave a slight smile, forcing a cheerful face, "Years ago, my mom said cats are quite spiritual. When they sense their ti is near, they quietly leave, not wanting to die in front of their owner, causing sadness."
Clyde Sumrs wasn’t good at comforting people, thought about it, but didn’t know what to say.
He pretended to be casual, "Maybe it’s not dead. It was just tired of living at your place, with all the heavy sll of dicine everywhere and having to take dicine every day. Couldn’t stand it, so it ran off to beco a stray... Nowadays, there are too many stray cats outside, most of them ran away from ho, you never know, maybe one of them is Pinky."
Atra Blanc smiled faintly, "Yeah... Although stray cats are wandering, they once had a ho too. From now on, I want to take care of them as if I’m taking care of Pinky."
Clyde Sumrs carefully examined her expression.
Hmm... her eyes aren’t red, she shouldn’t cry anymore...
"Anyway, thank you very much for today." She smiled, "You’re quite a good person at heart despite your annoying mouth."
Clyde Sumrs said, "You’re the sa, though a bit dull, your taste is still pretty good."
Atra Blanc’s lips curved slightly, she said no more, waved goodbye, and headed ho.
Clyde Sumrs stayed where he was, hesitating for a mont.
Seeing her like that, although she didn’t cry, her mood was still low, so now... what should he do?
Should he take the opportunity to ask her out quickly, or wait for her to erge from her sadness before making any plans?
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