After running a long distance in one breath, the two of them couldn't run anymore, but they didn't dare to rest, forcing themselves to walk far, far ahead.
Finally, they couldn't even walk, lacking the strength to take another step.
Mr. Ghost Hayes collapsed by the riverbank, not minding the discomfort from the gravel beneath him, lying flat without moving.
Cherry wasn't much better off, sitting down, utterly exhausted, feeling as if her legs weren't her own, without the strength to even lift a finger.
The two of them rested for a long time without speaking.
The black kitten crawled out of the pet carrier, tentatively approaching the river's edge, wetting its paws, shaking its fur, elegantly licking water to drink.
In autumn, the river water was very shallow, with a dry quality that left stones exposed, a glance revealed pebbles everywhere, chaotically yet neatly crowded together, gleaming gray-white in the sunlight.
