Ying Tong stared blankly at the doorway, but she didn't see Fang Wei's figure. Unexplainably, a sense of disappointment filled her heart.

It turns out that not everyone can patiently wait for someone like that.

Ying Tong, unusually not feeling hungry, walked back to her dormitory alone. Suddenly, she heard a faint meow, very weak but extremely clear. A small black cat was timidly waiting under a low landscape tree, staring straight at her. Ying Tong's heart melted at this adorable sight.

"Meow, meow..."

Ying Tong called out.

"Meow——"

The cat meowed.

One person and one cat crouched there, making a strong effort to meow at each other. Ying Tong's voice was very gentle, and when imitating the meowing, it was even softer, like feathers tickling one's heart.

Just as Fang Wei got off Jin Xue's car and walked to the intersection of the Wutong road near the school, he saw this scene of a person and a cat calling out to each other.

Ying Tong was wearing a red hoodie with a large hood. Today, for some reason, she was wearing a white hat. She had on a pair of simple ripped jeans and reached out to touch the head of the little kitten. There was a constant smile on her lips, and her long hair cascaded down onto her shoulders.

Today is sunny, with just the right amount of sunshine and a gentle breeze.

Fang Wei stood there, unable to move her feet. There were crystal clear tears welling up in her eyes, flowing down in an unbroken stream. She was laughing and crying at the same time.

She's so wonderful, this girl, she's truly too wonderful.

She may not know what it means to be angry. Whenever someone does something to her, as long as that person cries a little bit, this girl would show a worried expression.

She may not know what invasion means, or when someone approaches with ulterior motives. She innocently asks, "Do you need my help?" Of course, we need it.

She didn't even know what violence was. Such a beautiful girl, how could she bear to lay a finger on anyone.

Ying Tong finally finished calling and went to the nearest postal service to inquire about something before returning and cradling the small milk kitten in her arms.

She was about to turn around and leave.

Fang Wei wiped away the chilled liquid, his expression shifting as he instantly transformed into a cheerful demeanor. He walked briskly towards Ying Tong's direction.

"Hey, miss, are you alone?"

A distinctive signature greeting style that belongs to Fang Wei.

Ying Tong carefully turned around, holding the kitten in her arms. A joyful smile appeared on her face. Ying Tong is a girl who looks much prettier when she smiles.

"You've come."

As if she was waiting, as if she was anticipating her arrival.

"Such an adorable meow meow."

Fang Wei really likes cats, but Ying Tong doesn't know yet.

"I just found it here. I asked the handsome guy over there, and he said that there are no people nearby who have a cat. It's probably a stray cat. I see it trembling a bit. Let's first find a way to give it some food and give it a bath. However, I can't keep a cat in my dormitory."

When it came to the end, Ying Tong also became worried, but Fang Wei kept teasing the cat with unwavering eyes. His grip was not light, so Ying Tong kept scolding her while saying "be gentle, be gentle".

"Give it to me, I'm living outside and can take care of it."

"Really? That's so pleasurable."

"Do you want to come and take a look at my place? I live alone, and you can also come over frequently to hang out. It's very close by."

"Is it possible?"

"Can't get what I want."

"Sure, let's go buy some things for the cat and give it a bath first."

Fang Wei snatched the cat from Ying Tong's hand and effortlessly made it lie down in the palm of her hand. Ying Tong looked at her slender and beautiful hand, and suddenly compared it silently with his own in his heart, feeling completely defeated.

Two people, along the way, Ying Tong amusing the cat, leaning in close. Fang Wei's eyes bright, looking at the cat, occasionally glancing at Ying Tong. Suddenly, she felt like she was dreaming in this moment.