Yan Junze had a certain understanding of cats from his previous life, he knew that the cat's long and silky fur meant it was definitely someone's pet, and it was clear that it was usually well cared for.
The cat was likely a Persian, but obviously a mixed breed, its purity not quite up to standard, its white fur glaringly bright to the eyes.
To Yan Junze, it felt somewhat unreal.
The shouts from the person downstairs were heard distinctly by Yan Junze, who was sure that they were calling for this cat named "Bai."
But Bai ignored the calls, leaping from the windowsill into the room and perching on the desk near the window.
It lifted its head, its gaze resting on Yan Junze.
"Meow―"
This meow didn't sound very friendly, rather it had a grating quality to it.
Yan Junze didn't move, just watched the white cat as it jumped down from the desk, tail swishing, walking over towards the edge of the bed.