The White Cat had been nestled in Lin Xue's arms the entire time, perfectly behaved and docile. Its current, uncharacteristic behavior was something no one had expected.
Lin Xue was the first to react. "Xiaobai, don't run off! Stop!" she cried, breaking into a run to chase after it.
But the antiques market was crowded, and the White Cat was incredibly fast. It vanished in the blink of an eye. Even if Lin Xue wanted to give chase, she had no target to follow.
"What do I do? What if Xiaobai gets lost? It's all my fault. I should have held on tighter," Lin Xue said, her voice filled with worry and self-blame, on the verge of tears.
Zhao Yuan was tense for a moment, but he quickly calmed down.
Through his time with the cat, he'd discovered that not only was it more intelligent than a normal cat, but it also possessed many inexplicable, magical qualities—like its ability to foresee danger, detect illnesses, and locate treasures.
