She was so dizzy her eyes dimmed.
She followed a child with ice cream and walked into an unfamiliar neighborhood unknowingly.
The ice cream looked so delicious. The snow-white sweet layers piled up like a pagoda of snow, dotted with crimson lovely cherries, and she thought it would be extremely delicious. She swallowed her saliva and recalled the many high-end ice cream she had eaten over the years and her stomach emitted a grumbling sound.
The child's mother watched her alertly and quickly took the child away.
Xia Ling stood awkwardly at the same spot and was at a loss.
Where should she go, what should she eat?
Just then, she heard a call meow, and a wild cat skipped lightly in front of her and padded not far ahead. Not far away was a small open space, and a very old grandmother was bending down, pouring out a bag full of cat food and looking lovingly at the group of wild cats at her feet.
