Seeing the suddenly appearing cat, Zhou Hui was momentarily stunned.
Zhang Yan quickly picked up the cat and whispered, "This is a stray cat I picked up, named Orange."
"Oh, oh," Zhou Hui nodded, not saying much, just pushed the bag of fruit towards the middle of the coffee table, "I bought you some dragon fruit that you like."
"Thank you."
The air grew quiet, with only the sound of rain outside the window and the soft breathing of Orange.
Between the mother and daughter, there was a silence that was both close and distant.
Zhang Yan lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously stroking Orange's soft fur, occasionally stealing glances at her mother.
Looking at her mother's graying temples, a face lined with wrinkles.
Her eyes started to redden, and she quickly lowered her head again, afraid of letting her mother see.
She had been in Yang City for so long, but actually hadn't met with her mother many times.
