Shu Jiao heard this and immediately burst into laughter.
She stepped forward, uncovering a small cat inside the little blanket, not even the size of a palm.
The little kitten had just woken up not long ago and was sucking on the small bottle in Ruanlin Family's hand, its little belly round and plump, looking adorably innocent.
Shu Jiao tapped its little nose lightly, and the little fellow blinked its eyes and looked over. Its pale blue eyes were misty and couldn't clearly see the person in front of it. It just meowed twice in this direction and then turned its head to continue drinking milk.
Looking at the kitten's naive and clueless demeanor, Shu Jiao's eyes suddenly welled up, and she sighed softly.
The heart-wrenching scene from three days ago seemed still vivid, making it hard for her to believe it was real. Her Jiaojiao was dead, nearly costing her half her life.
She couldn't remember any promises she had made to Jiaojiao.
