The lifeless figure, a jade-inlaid clay statue, stared blankly at the little cat below the steps...
Staring at its lively, emerald cat eyes that seemed to contain the vitality of the whole world.
"Meow-chan, let's go!"
In the distance, Yan Huan's voice rang in the depths of the mind, seemingly discovering that Meow-chan hadn't caught up, prompting the first verbal reminder.
"Woof!"
Hearing this, the black cat immediately turned its head and quickly let out a bark.
Then, without looking back, it raised its tail and cheerfully trotted to catch up with Yan Huan's gradually disappearing silhouette.
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...
"Ding ding dang dang!!"
"Dong! Dong!"
"Please make way, everyone, please make way!"
The entrance to Shenxiang Village was crowded with villagers. Yan Huan, holding An Le by the hand, squeezed out from the crowd, watching the road that would take a week to dig manually being leveled by countless machines, gradually revealing a narrow road.
