Su Fanqing · chat.title

As the last rays of the setting sun fell upon the sculpture in the corner, Su Fanqing realized it was already past seven o'clock. This time of day was the quietest; there were few people on the path, only the "rustle" of leaves. A leaf fell at Su Fanqing's feet. He looked down, watching the yellowing leaf. So autumn had arrived; no wonder the wind felt a bit chilly today. Su Fanqing thought, bending down to pick up the leaf. A cat's meow came from the bushes in the distance. It wasn't loud, and it wasn't a real cat. Su Fanqing looked up to see a figure crouching by the bushes, softly mimicking a cat's "meow."