For the entire three days, Jun Wu Xie did not leave the room half a step, except for the black cat, no one knows what she did in there.
On the third day, when the sun peeked out over the horizon, a ray of sunlight shone through the window and illuminated the lands.
In the quiet room, there were scattered herbal residues all over the ground and it was also filled with bottles.
Sitting on the floor, she covered the lid of the last bottle. She sighed softly and her eyes fell on the pill bottle in her hand. Her eyes were cold and vacant, what was going on in her mind could not be deciphered one bit.
The black cat stood up, and its small claws nimbly stepped on the empty spaces between the clutter on the floor and reached her side.
"Meow." It made a soft and gentle purr and rubbed affectionately against the back of Jun Wu Xie's hand.
