The man in a dark coat was holding a beautiful white cat, standing on the eaves, staring at the small bridge outside the courtyard, and murmured: "Little lazy, do you want to eat red bean cake? If he comes from that bridge, I will hand you over to him. Don't blame me for being cruel. Who told you to eat my red bean cake, you greedy mouth!"
The white cat stretched out its paw lazily, grabbed the soft fabric, and then slowly released it. A little protest was expressed.
"Little lazy boy, it's boring to be with you." The white cat jumped out of Lu Wuxin's arms, glanced resentfully, and walked away...
The tower is looming in the heavy fog, and the moon disappears into the morning light. Deep in the peach blossoms, surrounded by streams, a closed solitary pavilion seems to be resisting the chill of late spring. It is boundless freshness and loneliness.
The person living in the pavilion is none other than the famous Mr. Wuxin - Lu Wuxin.