Kitten, Don't Leave Me

That year, she was six, and he was ten. Chen Xiaomao could not understand why her gentlest of mommies was treating the quiet boy in front of her so hysterically. This big brother was so handsome. She loved his dark eyes, more beautiful than the stars. That was why, to her mommy's utter fury and astonishment, she clumsily grabbed his blood-soaked hand and said, "Kitty will blow on it, and then it won't hurt anymore."

Something seemed to flicker in the boy's eyes. He gazed at the little girl, the corner of his lips lifting slightly. "Kitty... is that what you are..." It seemed that from that day on, their fates were destined to become entangled, with neither of them able to escape.

That year, he was twenty-two, and she was eighteen. Lan Nianmo read the note someone had left behind, and it felt as if his insides were burning to ashes. Fine! After sleeping with him, she had chosen to leave without a word. He would find her, even at the ends of the earth. You silly, hateful woman, Chen Xiaomao, did I ever say you could leave me?

Five years later, when they meet again, will they still be together?