Tuesday evening when Qingran returned home, Li Qingmo still hadn't come back.
Aunt Liu in the kitchen said she hadn't had a chance to feed the group of stray cats today.
Qingran set down her backpack, greeted Aunt Liu, and took cat food outside. It had been a while since she last fed the stray cats, and she indeed missed seeing them.
As it was nearly April, the weather was getting hotter and the days were getting longer.
When Qingran reached the old tree, the sun was still very strong.
She habitually looked up at the tree, and not seeing the young man in black clothes and pants, she couldn't tell if she felt relieved or slightly disappointed.
She took out a small dish from her bag, poured the cat food into it, perhaps because the stray cats hadn't seen Qingran for many days, they were timid at first, only one came over initially, then gradually a whole bunch gathered around.