Jiaojiao's enthusiasm must have had an effect, as the little villain finally tried eating. The moment he bit into the plum, despite his best efforts to endure, his little face still contorted.
"Hahaha…" Jiaojiao didn't hesitate to laugh, unable to contain her amusement.
The little villain stopped eating and handed the fruit back to her. Jiaojiao shook her head, "Won't it do if I stop laughing at you?"
The little villain looked at her, seemingly struck by a thought, and withdrew his hand.
There they sat under the eaves, nibbling on the sour and sweet plums, the rustling sound of leaves in their ears, the spring breeze gentle and warm. Jiaojiao, looking up at the azure sky, felt a peace she had never known before.
In her past life, she had been a cat, but a cat with no past, no history.