Chu Yan left without taking anything except his cat.
Qin Zhao made a phone call to him, then realized his phone was still in the room.
In the garden below, Chu Yan sat beside the woodland path, holding his cat. His hand absentmindedly stroked the orange cat in his arms.
His long, dark eyelashes drooped slightly, casting shadows beneath his eyes. His handsome face was paler than usual, and his expression was wrapped in gloom and loss.
"Will Qin Zhao come looking for us?"
"Miao Miao, meow."
The orange cat licked his hand as if to comfort him.
Chu Yan stared at the distant building for a moment, then turned his gaze toward the road he had come by, hoping to see that familiar figure appear with anticipation and persistence in his eyes.
He hadn't dared to go far, fearing Qin Zhao wouldn't be able to find him.
But as he watched, he seemed to have a hallucination.
Because he saw Qin Zhao approaching him with hurried steps.