The gentle midnight breeze drifted by.
The air seemed filled with the 'old' and 'dusty' aura that the master always mentioned, permeating the endless darkness behind closed eyes, making the Black Gem Cat feel suddenly suffocated.
Although it didn't need to breathe.
It still desperately needed something new to break this suffocating feeling.
"Speaking of the shop—"
The Black Gem Cat perked up its ears, its tail slightly curling in front of it, elongating its voice a bit: "Why do we have to meet in such a place? What happened to our shop? The San You Bookstore? Did you make a bet with someone and lease out the bookstore contract?"
It did not shy away from speculating the worst possibilities.
The sharp, screeching laugh of the Yellow Flowered Cat pierced its ears, the laugh carrying an indescribable sense of ambiguity.
