Xiao Ming arrived at the mutant plant garden at the top of the tower, sat on the plump petals of a small flower, and dangled his legs, swinging them back and forth.
Looking down at the turbulent sea, her bright eyes, which had never known sorrow, suddenly dimmed.
The small figure, silhouetted against the backdrop of loneliness, hinted at a sense of isolation.
While the wind and rain lashed down on this side, Xin Sui's portable villa was a place of warmth and tranquility.
After giving the little leopard a bath, drying its body, and blow-drying its fur, a tiny snowball was born in her palm.
Xin Sui loved it so much that it rubbed its nose against its little head.
“Baby, shall I name you? Little Snowball? Snowball? ...Never mind, how about Leopard? It sounds like ‘baby’. You are my little baby.”
She cradled the leopard on the sofa, held it close to her neck, and gently stroked its back, feeling as if a void in her heart had been filled.
"Awoo awoo..."
The little leopard cried out in a childish voice.
Xin Sui sat up, holding it in her arms. "Are you hungry? I'll go make you something delicious right away."
She found the old doghouse she used to have, lined it with several layers of soft padding, and put Leopard inside.
Then he poured spiritual spring water into the drinking bowl.
I placed the little nest near the kitchen door so I could easily keep an eye on it.
Having done all that, Xin Sui went to the storage room and took out a bag of millet, then used the spiritual spring water to cook a pot of millet porridge.
She wasn't sure what newborn leopard cubs could eat.
When I used to raise dogs, I knew that puppies couldn't drink cow's milk, they had to drink goat's milk.
So she didn't dare give the leopard cub milk.
Rice porridge was the healthiest and most nutritious food she could think of, so she thought it could be used to feed the leopard cub.
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