On a rainy autumn day, raindrops pattered against the glass, and the weak sunlight lit up the window of the second-floor bedroom at No. 6, Saint Delan Square. Holding Luviya, Shard finally spoke:
"Oh, no, it's not us... it's Mia, she's too heavy!"
"Meow?"
The orange cat, struggling out of the ruin of the bed, tilted its head and looked at him.
"Really?"
Luviya laughed in exasperation, but at least she seemed in a better mood:
"I'm really curious what you two did last night. Even maintaining an intimate relationship with you, I can't imagine... a sturdy metal bed breaking like this."
She gently pushed Shard away.
"I told you, Mia's overweight, and besides, the bed was kind of old."
Shard mumbled, bending down to pick up the fluffed-up cat, which had been quite frightened just now.
"How do you plan to clean up here? Do you intend to use your lifespan to restore the bed to its previous state from last night?"
Luviya asked again. Shard thought for a moment and shook his head:
