The sky was dimming by the time she left the police station. In Yun City, the evening sky was unexpectedly painted with streaks of purple sunset. The day had been sweltering, leaving her skin feeling sticky and uncomfortable. Bai Yu felt a wave of irritation, but the sight of the landscape eased the tension in her chest.
Daju had finally made peace with the pink tutu. Because Bai Yu was too hot to hold it, the cat had been forced to walk on the scorching pavement, which burned its little paws. To avoid being left behind, it now sat firmly on Bai Yu’s shoulder, committed to the strategy of not taking a single step on its own.
"Human," Daju asked, "does Myanmar have big pork knuckles?"
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