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The white cat was lying on the window Ling Tian, absent-minded. Its azure green eyes were focused on the Barberry trees outside the window, and the thick layer of snow was falling from the treetops.

Why isn't Master back yet?

He raised his head and looked around the room lazily. A house without an owner was not good at all. His fat legs jumped off the windowsill and rolled about in the snow