She participated in this event and could probably glimpse a fraction of the danger within, so she felt particularly uneasy.
But at this moment, she couldn't do anything and could only wait at home.
Coming out of the bathroom, she saw the beauty, who somehow had dug out the pack of tissues Qian had hidden, and was ready to tear it apart. Seeing Qian emerge wrapped in a towel, it almost challengingly flicked its head, as if to say, come on, let's hurt each other!
But today, Qian truly did not have the mood to play with it. She ignored the beauty preparing to rip up the tissues and walked to the bay window to sit down, staring absently at the streetlights outside.
The beauty sensed her unusualness, approached, and curiously looked at her, nudging Qian with its head, hey, why aren't you chasing?
Qian looked back at him, reached out to rub its head, and said a bit sadly, "I'm not in the mood to mess with you; he went out today. I have to wait for him to come back."
