I, Zhuo Yujin, am twenty-two years old, a nine-tailed cat demon in name only, and actually an orphan and retiree in the world.
The creed of life is: The destruction of the world is none of my business, and the truth is that I feel comfortable.
After the time and space chaos subsided, there was a scarred boy on the sofa in my house.
His eyes were like a dying animal, and his back was as stretched as a broken bow.
I handed over a glass of warm milk and smiled the most relaxing smile
several years passed
I succeeded in raising the arrogant seventeen-year-old "me" to be a little more like a human being.
Until he pushed me against the wall and kissed away all my easy teachings.
Those eyes that I once hated and were filled with pain are now burning with a passion that I have never experienced before.
"Teach me to adapt to the world?" He breathed and chuckled, and his fingertips traced the trembling arc of my back.
"Why don't I teach you how to adapt to the real me... And us."
Intention: "I taught him how to live, and he taught me how to live."