It was an overcast day, and the light was a little dim.
But even from a distance, Yuan Shimo's scrutinizing gaze made Jiang Qingli's fingers tremble. It felt as if she'd been caught fooling around outside by her legitimate husband.
She snatched her hand back from the little kitten's head.
But as soon as she did, the cat meowed at her.
"It can't bear to be away from you," Yuan Shiyao said in a voice only the two of them could hear.
"Meow—"
The little black kitten meowed, its big eyes wide open. It pawed at Yuan Shiyao's arm, reaching its little claws for Jiang Qingli's fingers.
Faced with such a sight, no one would have the heart to ignore it.
Jiang Qingli moved a little closer, reaching out to stroke the kitten's head and soothe it.
Yuan Shiyao tilted his arm toward her, making it easier for her to pet it.
The distance between them closed silently.
