She squatted down and gently picked up the little thing that was shivering in the wind.
After picking it up, she realized that there was another one underneath it.
Both of them were black and white cats. One had a white crescent-shaped mark between its brows, while the other was completely black and had four white socks.
With just a glance, Song Yaoyao's desire to raise them was confirmed!
Their eyes were misty. As they were little kittens, the membrane on their pupils had not completely disappeared.
Song Yaoyao was glad that she had come here and heard the sound.
This was probably fate.
Otherwise, how would these two beautiful little things have survived?
"Hey, follow me from now on?"
The girl's skin was sparkling white under the moonlight. She gently scratched the kittens' chins and could not help but laugh when she saw them trying to crawl into her arms because they were afraid of the cold.
