Yi Chenxi picked up a cat.
He didn't understand. One moment, it seemed he'd seen a shooting star streak across the sky, then crash to the ground with a thud. But when he ran over, all he found was a snow-white cat. The cat seemed to be sleeping, weak and exhausted. When Yi Chenxi and the others came running over, it didn't open its eyes. Only the faint rise and fall of its chest showed that it was still alive. Yi Chenxi picked it up and gently brushed its fur, only to see streaks of black scars and the cat's body trembling slightly. He had no choice but to carry it back to the cosplay club's vehicle and end the day's shoot early.
What will happen in the late autumn of Lulin?
