The little kitten's voice was weak, barely a whisper, and it stumbled as it walked, as if it could collapse any moment.
It stopped after a few steps and called out to Zhang Lingying.
The frail meow, combined with its emaciated appearance, inexplicably made Zhang Lingying think of a cry for help.
Cats are very cautious animals; by right, a stray cat wouldn't approach humans without reason, let alone take the initiative to get close.
The little fellow in front of her, just a few days ago, was still on guard when it saw her; now, it gazed at her with its beautiful glass-like eyes, obediently staring at her.
It tentatively walked towards her...
In the quiet of the late night, beneath the apartment building, only the dim lights revealed the tear stains in the little stray cat's eyes, looking so pitiful.
Zhang Lingying's heart was instantly struck.
