One day, I transmigrated into the body of a little white tiger cub in the beastfolk world, and was picked up by Yi, a cool, solitary snow leopard, and taken back to his stone cave.
I thought life would be nothing but chewing on tough, gamey meat and enduring one dull day after another. Then one day, we found a gentle, cool beauty named Ji Qing in the woods. He had lost his memory.
From that moment on, our desolate cave was transformed.
We made fine salt, rendered beast fat, stir-fried wild greens, and gathered wild fruit to keep its sweetness;
we hunted foxes and white wolves for their pelts, then sewed warm clothes by hand. Smoke curled from the hearth, and every meal was hot.
The cold, taciturn snow leopard father hunted outside and swept aside dangerous beasts,
while the gentle, attentive beauty cooked and sewed at home, turning the crude stone cave into a warm haven.
And the soft, cuddly little white tiger cub showered them with affection, healing every bit of loneliness.
Storms raged through the untamed forest,
but the family of three stayed by one another’s side, living peacefully and warmly, year after year.
