When she woke up again, her vision was still pure white.
Yu Yao thought that she had returned to the damned mental hospital again, but the pajamas she was wearing were made of high-quality fabric, and the mattress on her bed was clearly luxurious.
Even private hospitals did not provide such treatment.
Yu Yao sat up and looked around. Although the room was mostly white, it looked more like a hotel than a hospital.
There was still a needle attached to her hand. It seemed that she had been treated while she was unconscious.
After getting off the bed and moving around, the door opened a crack and the Maine Coon squeezed inside.
"It's you." Yu Yao sat on the carpet and rubbed the cat's head happily. "Thank you for coming to see me and thank your master…"
"His master wants to hear you thank him personally."
Yu Yao lifted her head, her gaze running up that pair of long legs to the man's face.
