The Yellow Flowered Cat sat crouched on the windowsill, pressing a small yellow fish under its paw.
The fish's skin was fried to a crisp, golden brown, emitting a charred fragrance that had long since stripped away the last traces of life. All that remained were those pale fish eyes, staring blankly at the grayish-white sky, occasionally flickering with an uncanny sheen.
However, the Yellow Flowered Cat's attention wasn't focused on the dried fish.
It squinted, observing the black-robed wizards hastily passing by the windows of the San You Bookstore. Occasionally, its gaze would sweep past the imposing walls and fall upon other corners of the town.
Mr. Wu lay in his rocking chair, a thread-bound ancient book without a cover cradled in his arms. His round black-framed glasses had slipped down to the tip of his nose, yet this did nothing to stop him from continuing his nap.
Beside the rocking chair.
