"Even General Guangming didn't know whether his face had been disfigured. Was it still square when he died... Boo-hoo-hoo, I'm so sad... My heart hurts..."
"Potato said last time that he wanted to eat Mai Luo Tang, so I made a whole vat of it. He didn't even get to have a bite, boo-hoo-hoo."
"Your Majesty, boo-hoo-hoo... If I'd known, I should have just let him eat as much as he wanted. It's only candy, isn't it? I could have made more after it was gone. Boo-hoo-hoo..."
"..."
The petite woman nestled in the arms of the mutated tabby cat, burying her entire face in his fur as she sobbed.
Every so often, she wiped her nose on the cat's back.
Da Zhuang rolled his eyes again and again. The noise had given him a splitting headache.
In the mouse nest in the corner,
the gray mouse lay on the ground, pressing both paws tightly over his ears. He kept gnawing at the floor with his teeth, enduring and enduring until he managed to suppress the urge to bite someone.
Zhang Shuhui was a sentimental person. For an entire week, she dreamed every night of the Four-man group dying horrible deaths.
Afraid that crying in the house would disturb everyone's sleep, she ran to the cat's nest in the middle of the night every day and hugged Da Zhuang as she cried.
The key was that her sobs were extremely rhythmic, rising and falling in endless variations. It was impossible to ignore them even if you wanted to.
The cat and mouse were both tormented to the brink of collapse.
A week later, Jiang You unexpectedly discovered that Da Zhuang's normally ferocious cat face had somehow gained a hint of weathered maturity.
During the day, he changed positions and lay