Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!-Chapter 937: Take Good Care of It, Don’t Lose It Again

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became heavy.

Feng Liyan looked at Bai Yi, who seemed dejected, and felt an indescribable discomfort in her heart.

She remembered what Bai Yi said a few nights ago, "If you don’t want me anymore, I will never raise a pet again."

This silly boy, he’s really grown attached.

A burst of cheerful footsteps approached, and Wen Xiao’ai’s voice arrived before she did.

"Feng Liyan."

"Feng Liyan."

"Are you ready yet? Why is it taking so long?"

Within seconds, Wen Xiao’ai’s playful figure appeared at the door.

She immediately saw the two people standing by the door.

Wen Xiao’ai’s gaze fell on Feng Liyan with short hair and modern attire. Her deep blue eyes slowly widened as she looked Feng Liyan up and down.

Her small mouth formed an O shape.

Originally planning to flaunt her new look in front of Wen Xiao’ai, Feng Liyan now had no mood for it.

She just gave a symbolic smile and asked, "Does it look good?"

"It looks good." Wen Xiao’ai nodded vigorously and said from the bottom of her heart.

"I almost didn’t recognize you."

Feng Liyan nodded slightly, saying nothing else, her nod more absent-minded.

"Hurry up, let’s go eat, I’m starving. I’ve been waiting for you."

Wen Xiao’ai stepped forward and grabbed Feng Liyan’s forearm, then looked at Bai Yi, who had been silent: "Bai Yi, do you want to join us for dinner?"

"..." Bai Yi shook his head slightly, without even replying.

Wen Xiao’ai noticed Bai Yi’s unusual expression and turned to Feng Liyan.

She saw that Feng Liyan’s face was also looking grim as she gazed at Bai Yi.

"Then we’re going for a meal." Still feeling puzzled, Wen Xiao’ai said to Bai Yi before pulling Feng Liyan to head outside.

As they reached the doorway, Feng Liyan couldn’t resist glancing back at Bai Yi, who was still standing there, feeling a tinge of unease.

"...Hey."

Bai Yi suddenly spoke, calling out to Feng Liyan, who was about to leave with Wen Xiao’ai.

Feng Liyan immediately stopped and turned to look at Bai Yi, "What’s up?"

Bai Yi slowly turned around, facing the door, then lifted his eyes to Feng Liyan, saying, "Since you raised it, take good care of it. Don’t lose it again. It got hurt last time it went missing and it was serious."

"..." Feng Liyan felt a sharp pang in her heart, unable to express her feelings.

Only after a good while did she awkwardly nod, "...Mm."

After Feng Liyan left, Bai Yi tiredly moved to the door, reached for the door handle, and slowly closed it.

As the door shut, the entire world seemed to quiet down. The spacious room suddenly felt even emptier, with an overwhelming sense of solitude sweeping over Bai Yi, penetrating him thoroughly, making him feel as though his whole chest had been hollowed out.

Bai Yi, a bit numbly, turned around and with his head hung low, trudged over to the bed and sat down.

With his head lowered, Bai Yi sat there quietly, shrouded in an air of sadness.

Bai Yi turned his head and looked at the small clothes the Little Gray Cat used to wear on the bed and reached out to pick it up, holding it in his hand.

It was still here this morning...

It was as if someone had stolen his joy in an instant, making him unbearably sad.

Looking at the little clothes in his hand, Bai Yi felt a warmth in his eyes, as something fell from them...

As Feng Liyan was pulled downstairs by Wen Xiao’ai, he couldn’t help but look back at the villa behind him, at the only balcony with a light on.