Xu Zhizhou [A cat who is warm to himself] Applies double standards depending on who he's dealing with; strict with himself
Zhou Zhixu [A cool, world-weary beauty] Indifferent to matters, cold toward people
Ziye [A soft, squishy black fluffball] Used to be slime-shaped; loves clinging to Mom
Setting: The war between the Lower Star and the Upper Star ended over a century ago, and the two have gradually become separate. However, some mutated Upper Star entities still descend and wreak havoc. Because of the influence of things that fell from the Upper Star, a small number of people in the Lower Star developed supernatural abilities, evolving toward various species. A century later, the influence has faded, and these people have become even rarer. Their condition is generally described by how heavily they have been polluted. Most of the powerful veterans have passed away, leaving only an S+ rank like Xu Zhizhou. Order in the Lower Star has mostly returned to normal. There are still hidden dangers, but nothing serious. This is a "wonderful" world.
Zhou Zhixu once thought this was all his life would ever be.
Day after day, he followed the same routine, doing research that never seemed to end, avoiding too much socializing, and carrying on through a long, lonely life.
Until one day, he went out for a meal, got caught up in a bizarre game, and found himself in something akin to a "Fool's Game."
There, he met someone who had an aura, or perhaps a feeling, that he had never encountered before.
He didn't understand. Why was that? Only later did he learn that the feeling was called warmth, like the morning sun: not dazzling, yet breathtaking.
Zhou Zhixu couldn't help remarking, "He's really interesting."
Ziye: Pfuji, pfuji (Mom, cuddle me)
I met someone very interesting. He deserves the very best of everything, and that includes me. I should be the best, too.
Xu Zhizhou never thought he could care so much about another person in this life.
He couldn't remember how long he'd been struggling alone. Five years? Ten? Maybe longer... So long that he had forgotten what pain felt like, forgotten what it was like to feel without holding back, and forgotten how to take off his sunny mask.
Xu Zhizhou dealt with countless anomalies every day, but none of them was the one he was searching for... Just as he was about to lose himself, he found someone who could stand by his side.
Xu Zhizhou: That person has beautiful eyes, like glass.
"I chased after the light without hesitation. Even if the flames burned my eyes, I still wanted the morning sun to shine on me just once. I wanted my world to be filled with light, not covered in mud and decay."
At last, one day, the morning sun turned its gaze toward me.
So you were my morning sun all along.
May we each be the other's utopia.
The Morning Sun, Delights Me
Theme: Finding the ideal world we can share
