Ann hesitated in the car for a long time, summoned up the courage to get out, wanting to go and see what happened.

As she walked to the side of the road, she could see the white cat in Brandon's palm.

It must be a stray. His white hair was muddy and looked more like gray. Its eyes drooped and it looked like it was dying.

"What's wrong with him? Is it hurt?"

Brandon laid the cat on the ground and stroked its head with long fingers. It looked weak, but it ducked back with perfect vigilance.

"Do you have any food with you?”

Ann didn't know why, but she...