When Ye Songyi was eighteen, he died on a rainy night.
When he opened his eyes again, seven years had passed, and he had become a tiny kitten who had not been weaned and had barely grown any fur.
But that was all right. He remembered the way home.
After overcoming countless hardships, he finally made it back to the home he had left seven years ago, only to find that his parents had adopted another child after his death and were now throwing that child an elaborate birthday party.
Ye Songyi reassured himself that he had been dead for years, and adopting another child was a way for his parents to find comfort.
But the next moment, he saw Xie Lyu, his childhood friend who had promised they would always be each other’s favorite person in the whole world, heading toward the banquet hall with a present in hand.
How could this be!
The spiky little kitten Ye Songyi hissed, awkwardly unsheathed his claws, and prepared to teach his childhood friend, who had betrayed their friendship, a lesson he would never forget.
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Xie Lyu spent twelve years raising Ye Songyi, the child the Ye family had cast aside.
Then he guarded Ye Songyi’s ashes for seven whole years.
Seven years ago, the news that Ye Songyi had died arrived before Xie Lyu could confess his feelings to him.
From then on, Xie Lyu’s world was plunged into eternal darkness.
The night before Xie Lyu planned to give away the cat he had found, he had just opened the front door.
There, sitting perfectly straight on the little stool outside, was a boy with two cat ears on his head and a fluffy tail growing from his backside.
The boy looked exactly like the love Xie Lyu had lost seven years ago.
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A bout of flu left Ye Songyi feverish, dazed, and flushed, his mind no longer clear.
In his delirium, just as he had countless times as a child, he sat up straight on the little stool outside the front door, hoping and waiting for the mother he knew would not come to take him home.
After who knew how long, the front door finally opened. A tall man arrived before his mother did and stared at him for a long time, his gaze distorted and burning.
The man’s voice was low. “Ye Songyi, who are you waiting for?”
Ye Songyi answered slowly and obediently, “My mom. She promised she would come take me home.”
After a long pause, the man spoke again. “There’s no mom, but would you let your big brother take Songyi home?”
* Both are each other’s only one
* The top never truly betrayed the vow they made to each other
Theme: Hope is always waiting in tomorrow
