Shu Lang nodded and followed into the Ruanlin Family's house.
The kitten's current task was basically to eat and sleep, sleep and eat. Just now waking up, it was sucking happily on a little milk bottle with a soft smack.
Its memories hadn't fused yet, but it had an innate affection for family, so it particularly trusted the Ruanlin Family and Shu Jiao, unable to leave the two for even a second. If separated, it would lift its little neck and meow pitifully, making both feel heartache. Thus, the two took turns caring for it every day.
Being a kitten, its life was particularly fragile. They took care of it with great dedication, fearing any accident, since even choking on milk could be fatal.
When Ruan Hao was brought in, he was completely bewildered, still immersed in the sorrow of Ruan Jiaojiao's lifelessness. Suddenly, he heard Shu Jiao say, "Ahao, Jiaojiao is here."
