170 It Has Always Been You

When Jiang Jinyan woke up to the familiar white ceiling, the first thought that came to his mind was: damn, I forgot to feed the little thing. How can it be so docile and quiet? 

Gradually, his five senses started to work again and he could faintly hear the familiar sound of the purr it made when it was especially happy…

Confused, Jiang Jinyan followed the source of the sound and found the grey fat furball hoarding its bowl that was stuffed with food, munching and gnawing cheerfully while its throat continued to make purring sounds, its tail swinging back and forth. Jiang Jinyan instinctively sighed in relief.

Wait…the bowl stuffed with food?