On a rainy day, she picked up a wet orange cat.
A silent architect who just lost his mother. A stubborn but gentle bookstore clerk.
She didn't return the cat, and he didn't force it. A three-month contract locked two people and a cat in the same apartment.
She called it Dafu, he called it Niannian. Two names, two silent hearts.
She cooks, he washes dishes, and the cat waits under the table. There are extra notes on the refrigerator, two cups next to the coffee machine, and the cat's purring on the sofa is getting louder day by day.
No one said they liked it. But the contract is about to expire - some things can no longer be installed.
Concept: Lonely souls warm each other because of lovely encounters
