After I Die, I Turn into a Cat and Stay with You for the Rest of My Life.

On the rainstorm platform, I turned into a skinny orange cat and rubbed against the skinny man - my lover Lu Chen. He didn't know that the stray cat he named "Aju" had his newly lost soul beating in his chest. I could feel the warmth of his palm, but I could never say "I miss you" again; I could accompany him through the late nights of insomnia, but I could only purr instead of hugging; I watched helplessly as the person who harmed me pretended to be close to him, and I could only give a clumsy warning like a cat, unable to even utter the words "Don't believe her." He always murmurs to me: "Aju, why do you always remind me of Xixi?" I wagged my tail desperately, wanting to tell him "I am", but my reason kept holding me back - a cat's lifespan is only a few years, and I couldn't let him suffer a second loss. I learned to be his "catalyst" and push him to others, but every time I matched him, it was like a knife in my own heart. Until the off-key "Amazing Grace" played, he broke the wine glass and asked me with red eyes: "Is that you, Xixi?" When pieces of the truth surface, should I continue to hide and spend the rest of my life with him as a cat? Or should I take the risk and let him fall for me again? It turns out that the most painful protection is when I am in front of you, but you don't know that I love you; it turns out that the best love is never possession, but doing everything possible to let you live well.