Thank You for Being My Sun

Mr. Tao, the way you raise cats seems wrong! Jiaoyang looked at Ziyang with shocked and strange eyes. Wrong? Why do I feel that the little wild cat is a little distressed when it is soaked in the rain? Ziyang held an umbrella and held the poor kitten in his arms. Mr. Tao, do you think that I am actually quite distressed? The delicate blazing sun whispered. Well - it's really distressing, so don't leave tonight and stay with me... In that case I...