Pedestrian Street.
Sanyou Bookstore.
Looking through the bookstore window from the street, the interior was pitch-black. It seemed the owner had closed up long ago. Even if some reckless wizard slipped in by picking the lock, all they would see were dust-covered tables and chairs, and feel the chilly presence lingering between the bookshelves.
But in Yellow Flower Cat's eyes, the scene was completely different.
Orange light filled the entire room, joining the flames in the little red-clay stove to drive away the chill of the twelfth lunar month. The tables, chairs, and stools were not exactly gleaming, but they were clean and tidy. The owner reclined in his chair, an open copy of The Mysterious Affair at Styles fastened against his chest, his eyes half-closed as he dozed. The tabby cat wore the owner's Black Frame Glasses, its flat face pressed tightly to the window as it peered outside.
Wooo...
The Copper Pot on the little stove gave a faint whistle, signaling that the tea in its belly had finished brewing and was eagerly awaiting the owner's favor.
"Are you really not going to do anything about this?"
Yellow Flower Cat suddenly turned around and glared at the bookstore owner in the recliner, shouting in displeasure, "That Zheng kid's screams can be heard all across Puji Island! You're not dead yet! And every stray cat and dog already dares to piss in your face..."
Its shouting seemed to wake the napping owner.
The gentleman opened his eyes and habitually touched his nose, only then realizing that the cat had made off with his glasses.
"It's not that exaggerated."
He sighed helplessly, picked up the Copper Pot beside him, refilled his cup, took a sip to wet his throat, then added, "...Other than you, no one has ever pissed in