Lin Wanqing is a white-collar worker walking alone in the urban jungle. Her life is like a programmed machine - working, working overtime, and numbing herself with alcohol. On another snowy night, she picked up a black cat covered in bruises downstairs in her apartment. Those emerald cat eyes made her feel pity. She named it "Mo Xuan" and took it home.
She didn't know that in this cat's body lived a powerful soul from the civet tribe.
From then on, Lin Wanqing's chaotic world was quietly taken over by a cat. When she was drunk at home, Mo Xuan used his furry paws to hook up a blanket and cover her; when she suffered from a splitting headache due to a hangover, a bowl of warm sobering soup would miraculously appear on the bedside; the piles of takeout boxes were cleared away, the messy documents were sorted into categories, and even the refrigerator was always filled with washed and cut ingredients.
In his own way, Mo Xuan silently took this "unqualified" breeder under his wing. He couldn't speak, but he expressed his silent protection with every slipper he picked up, every worried head rub, and every cat paw dish served on time.
Until one time, in the late Qing Dynasty, someone was framed in the workplace, and he once again resorted to drinking to drown his sorrows after an emotional breakdown. In her drunken eyes, she seemed to see a tall, handsome man gently taking away her wine bottle and putting a coat on her. When she woke up the next day, everything was as usual, except for Mo Xuan, who was lying quietly beside her pillow. The crisis that almost ruined her reputation had been quietly resolved by a perfect piece of evidence that mysteriously appeared.
She began to have doubts, and Mo Xuan's secret gradually surfaced amid this deepening dependence and suspicion. This is a healing and deep love across races that started with a bowl of hot soup and countless days and nights of careful care.
Concept: sweet pets, cultivation system