Good Night Kitten

I remember all the beginnings and all the ends. This is probably the biggest curse of reincarnation - while other living beings wash away their past lives in Meng Po Soup, I have to carry the memories of nine lives and experience encounters and partings again and again. In my first life, I was a wild cat in a Shanghai alley, and was rescued by a boy with his last half piece of steamed bun. His name was Lin Mo, he was sixteen years old, and his eyes reflected the flames of war. When he died, he held me in his arms and said, "If there is an afterlife, I want to have a friend." I didn't know at that time that this sentence would become both my shackles and my salvation. In the second life, I woke up in a courtyard house in Beijing and met Lin Zhiyuan, Lin Mo's son. He inherited his father's eyes and the loneliness that penetrated deep into his bones. The third life, the fourth life, the fifth life... I am like a ferryman, traveling through the bloodline of the Lin family. Every life is the same script: they meet me in their darkest moment, I accompany them through the abyss, and then quietly leave the moment they embrace life again. I thought I was numb. Until the ninth life. Until I saw him standing on the edge of the rooftop that September night - Lin Wanzhou, 28 years old, the ninth-generation only son of the Lin family. There was no light in his eyes, like a pool of stagnant water. At that moment, I suddenly understood: Nine reincarnations are not for repaying debts, but for waiting...