Chapter 43 Picked up a Cat

But in fact, they knew each other, even for a long, long time.

Yan Huan wrapped her wet clothes tightly, and kept her eyes down. She was waiting, waiting for the rain to stop, waiting for separation, waiting for the wind to stop.

Memories are worth touching. But they are only used to greet oneself. Time. Gives a deadline to all promises. And this deadline is a short moment. If you are willing, it will be forever. If not, you can also say. This is just a lie.

She stretched out her hand and put it outside to pick the raindrops that would drip down. Drops of water began to chill her fingertips, dripping, like a tuneless song.

And in the torrent of time, she really grew up and knew who can be trusted and who cannot be trusted, who can love and who cannot love.

In the distance, the sky began to clear up, and the sudden glimmer hurt her eyes.

The man put away the umbrella, and then strode away. His feet stepped on the ground, and the water from time to time splashed his shoes, but his steps were still steady and did not stop.

Lu Yi.

What kind of person are you?

Yan Huan lowered her head and gently stroked the head of the kitten in her arms. She would give a strange woman a cup of milk tea, feed a few stray cats, and still hold an umbrella for a woman who was soaked.

It is said that this man is ruthless and loveless, but why, now she knows that sometimes, apart from such ruthlessness, only that person will unconditionally reach out to you.

At that time, she seemed to smell the fragrance of kapok and bauhinia, and then someone told her that I have found heaven, but why, she felt that she was going to hell.

"Meow..." The kitten in her arms called out, and then licked her fingers.

"Well, we are going home," Yan Huan gently touched the kitten's head, which was as big as a walnut. There would be food at home. At this time, a gust of cold wind blew, and she couldn't help but shudder, then stuffed the kitten into her arms, and trotted back home.

When she opened the door and stood in front of Yi Ling in her soaked clothes, Yi Ling was so scared that she was speechless for a long time.

"What happened to you?" Yi Ling pointed at Yan Huan, who looked like a drowned chicken, and almost jumped up in shock, "Did you go swimming, diving, or playing with water guns?"

"I got caught in the rain, it's okay," Yan Huan walked in and took off her shoes outside, but this pair of shoes must have been scrapped. She didn't have many pairs of shoes in total. Now that she thought about it, her life was really tight. She really wanted to become famous quickly, so that she and Yi Ling's lives could be improved quickly.

She carefully took the kitten out of her arms and put it in Yi Ling's arms, "You help it wipe it, I'll go change clothes, remember, don't give it a bath, it's still too young, just wipe it clean."

And Yi Ling held the little ball in her hand blankly, as if she was holding a bomb.

"Huan Huan, where did this come from?" She didn't dare to move. How could she deal with it? Would she die if she pinched it? You know, she was actually quite manly.

"I picked it up," Yan Huan had already walked into the small bathroom. When the water came down, it was icy cold, so cold that she quickly dodged it. After a while, the water began to gradually warm up.