On the wedding day, my best friend who was supposed to be the bridesmaid didn't come.
Everyone only heard my cat barking on the stage. Only I understood what it was saying: Male animals are bad and cannot be married. Come with me.
After running away from marriage, I inherited the pet shop left by my grandmother and changed it into the first pet psychological consultation in the city.
The little animals that couldn't speak guided me back to the rainy nights many years ago, and I also found out about the black industry chain.
Later I found out that Mimi didn't suddenly become able to talk – it was me who turned out to be a cat too.
