Zhishu He opened the door, finding his home neat and tidy. It was obvious that Doctor Ai asked someone to clean it up. The four little cats were snuggling against each other and sleeping soundly with small snores.
Zhishu He sighed softly. He knew that things were developing beyond his limited imagination. He could neither ignore nor accept them.
The following days were so quiet that Zhishu He's life seemingly came to an end, because Doctor Ai didn't answer He's repeated calls. Zhishu He intended to invite Doctor Ai for a dinner. Wenxu Jiang didn't call him either, and only sent a few short messages expressing tender feelings late at night.
It was four or five days later when Zhishu He finally went out again. He didn't have any appetite, but he needed to buy fruits and vegetables.
It was windy outside today with snowflakes coming down.
Tightening the scarf around the neck, Zhishu He was wondering to go home as soon as possible after buying some necessary stuff. He was too preoccupied with his own thoughts to notice a puddle of frozen water on the ground of an alley. He grazed his knees when he fell very hard to the ground.
It was really painful, but Zhishu He didn't allow him to indulge in self-pity since he knew that no one cared about him. Silently, biting the lower lip, he picked himself up and collected his stuff scattered all over the ground. He couldn't stand up straight because of the pain in the knees, so he hobbled home slowly with a slightly-bent back.
Zhishu He had been used to the loneliness as he lived alone for a long time. The longer one lived alone, the more taciturn one would become. Zhishu He wasn't born to be like this, but he had experienced too many hurts and separations.
The four little cats grew fast. They had become very familiar with Zhishu He and liked to cling to He. Their naughty paws always tickled his arms or neck, making him feel warm in the heart. He was tired, but he didn't forget to prepare a pot of fish soup for them, which was still stewed in the kitchen.
But Zhishu He didn't expect that Wenxu Jiang would come home after 11 p.m. He was a light sleeper, so he was instantly wakened upon the first noise of door opening.
Kicking the Italian cow-leather boots off, Wenxu Jiang then threw his woolen overcoat onto the sofa as he always did. Wenxu Jiang would never remember to wear a scarf without Zhishu He's repeated demands.
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