The Flower Of The High Mountain Turns Into A Cat And Is Picked Up By A Human Chapter 57

Chapter 57 Snowflakes drifted down, the world was a blanket of white, and the cold, like a maggot clinging to bone, attached itself to every inch of the body. The white cat huddled beneath the car. It was snowless here, but drafty, and the surrounding cold caused its body temperature to gradually drop. Its round pupils reflected the small patch of sky visible from beneath the car, making everything appear flat and stunted. The cat’s range of movement was tiny; this space beneath the car was its…