Zhen Yu nearly subconsciously had a bad thought flash through her mind, but she still asked!
"How is it doing after falling into the rice cooker?"
Han Jiayang didn't answer.
Han Mingyue could tell her brother was not in high spirits, and promptly reached out to pat his back, taking the initiative to answer: "It got scalded to death."
"Ah?" Zhen Yu gaped, feeling some compassion in her heart.
Although she didn't like keeping pets, she still found small animals or young ones quite adorable.
Even because they looked tiny and posed no threat to her, she would sometimes tease them too...
"At that time, my mom had put the rice cooker on the ground to cook porridge and left the lid open to prevent it from boiling over... And then the kitten, I don't know where it jumped from! It just plopped right into the pot... That evening, it was gone."
"So pitiful..."
For some reason! When Zhen Yu said this, Han Mingyue felt as if she could relate to her feeling...
