It looked a lot like a mouse.
But it wasn't a mouse.
The strange creature shook its head very seriously.
Because the other party couldn't understand what it was saying.
It could only use gestures to make the other party understand what it meant.
And every time, the other party would laugh and say that he knew.
The boy and the strange creature gradually grew familiar with each other.
He knew it wasn't a mouse—
Although it looked very much like a mouse, it wasn't one.
The boy became much more accepting of it.
Moreover, as they spent more time together, he gradually grew used to Xiao Mie's appearance.
Xiao Mie was the name the boy gave the strange mouse-like creature.
After all, it wasn't a mouse.
It would be awkward to keep calling it "mouse, mouse."
There was another important reason: he genuinely disliked the word "mouse."
The origin of the name Xiao Mie was obvious.
The creature that looked like a mouse made a sound like a bleating sheep: "Mie, mie, mie."
So he called it Xiao Mie.
He had once hesitated between Mie Mie and Xiao Mie.
Later, he felt that if he called it Mie Mie, then every time he called its name, it would sound as though he were imitating a sheep.
Once he thought of it that way, he immediately settled on the name Xiao Mie.
It was a long time before the boy realized that no one besides him could see Xiao Mie.
It wasn't because he was slow to notice.
It was because Xiao Mie always appeared when he was alone.
He thought that was quite good.
Xiao Mie was special.
He searched through all the information in the library and looked up a great deal online, but he