This kind of overwhelming atmosphere made me afraid, therefore I ran over to Mo’lin and propped him back up, patted him on the back, and pleaded, “Immortal Mo’lin, genius doctor Mo’lin, Mo’lin Gege, Miao Miao is wrong, so don’t be angry, please help me save Shifu.”
“I’m sorry…..” Mo’lin’s head was lowered.
“Ok, ok. Miao Miao will let you touch her cute little paw pads for as long as you want!” I quickly promised, not letting go of his sleeve.
“Miss Miao Miao, don’t make it difficult for Immortal Mo’lin…..” Xiao Tian who had been standing next to us the entire time, spoke up, “You’re Shifu is already dead, please restrain your grief and accept this fact.”
“What is grief? What fact? My Shifu isn’t dead! He didn’t die!” I angrily turned my head to that stupid dog and roared, “Do not talk nonsense! Watch what you say or I’ll bite you!”
These hateful remarks, everyone around me kept telling me to accept this fact, they all say Bi Qingshen Jun is dead and that I should stop acting so stubborn. They say to hurry and notify the people of Xuan Qing Palace to prepare the funeral.
I don’t want to…..I don’t want to…..Why do you guys look at me with those kinds of eyes? Why do you say Shifu is dead?
I fearfully rushed next to Bi Qingshen Jun’s side, snuggled up against his cold body, and helplessly stared at those beings that gave me ridicule and pity.
What is a cat’s self-esteem? What is a cat’s pride? These have long been thrown away from my heart, leaving only a deep fear.
“I beg you guys…..hurry and save Shifu…..I beg you guys…..” I repeated this over and over again.
However, no one was willing to help me…..