Anyway, Lin Li opened his eyes, and so did the cat.
Big Cat buried the hole, sniffed carefully to confirm that everything was fine, then contentedly wagged its tail, turned to look at Lin Li again, and let out a short meow before continuing to trot deeper into the wasteland, occasionally looking back to make sure Lin Li was following.
Is it over here?
This time, after a short walk, they arrived at a corner piled with discarded building materials and dry branches.
Big Cat stopped, and made a few specific, calming calls toward a half-collapsed cement pipe in the shadows.
Silence for a few seconds.
In the shadow of the cement pipe, a pair of vigilant, frightened eyes lit up.
Then, a figure much frailer than Big Cat tentatively emerged.
It was a calico cat, looking quite young, but its body was skinny, its right hind leg curled unnaturally, limping with stiff movements.
