Yun Ya shook the kitten in his arms, "Its foot is injured, it’s all its blood."
Ji Die finally relaxed, seeing the dirty little cat, she subconsciously frowned, "Did you pick it up from the side of the road?"
Yun Ya nodded, changed his shoes, and as he walked in, he said to Aunt Die, "Please help find so alcohol, cotton swabs, gauze, and ointnt for wounds, I need to treat the kitten’s wound."
Ji Die did not hesitate and quickly walked over with a household dical kit, saying to Yun Ya, "Let do it."
Yun Ya directly opened the dical kit, found what he needed, then took a small knife out of his bag. Ji Die watched, stunned, when in the next mont, she saw Yun Ya use the knife with precision to cut at the kitten’s paw, swiftly removing the glass shard from the flesh, the whole process taking less than three seconds. The kitten’s reflex arc was too long, and it took a while to react, owing twice before calming down.
Yun Ya skillfully applied dicine and bandaged the wound, the serious look on his face made Ji Die stare in astonishnt. Such a young lady exuded an indescribable beauty that even made her, a woman, itch with longing.
"All done, you can’t get wet now, but you’re all dirty, it’s indecent to look at." Saying this, he carried the kitten into the bathroom and wiped it down with a damp towel.
Soon, the cleaned kitten revealed its snow-white fur, a small and soft bundle that lted anyone’s heart.
Ji Die stood at the door watching all this, her face showing a gratified smile.
The little miss had always been kind since she was young.
"Are you going to personally take care of this cat? You’re usually so busy, when will you have the ti to look after it? However, Miss, when you were this big, you raised a Persian cat, and it died within a year. The miss was sad for a long ti."
The Miss that Ji Die spoke of could only be Ji Lanyi.
Ten years had passed, and this woman had vanished from this world without a trace, without any news of her.
Yun Ya looked down, "I’ll raise it for a few days and see how it goes." After speaking, he carried the kitten into his room.
He placed the kitten on the bay window, where sunlight spilled over, and the kitten lazily yawned, slowly closing its eyes.
Yun Ya went to take a bath, changed into ho clothes, and fell asleep on the bed.
She dread of her past life, her mind full of Yan Song’s face, him angrily questioning why she had to do this, the pain in the young man’s eyes piercing her heart deeply.
"I’m sorry, I don’t love you," she said.
The young man clenched his teeth and retorted, "Fine, very good, Ji Yunya, I, Yan Song, damn it, am ruined by you in this life. If you don’t agree with , I’m jumping off right now."
On the rooftop of the school building, the young man’s hoarse voice was full of resolve.
"Suit yourself," she replied coldly, turning away and leaving.
The young man was stunned. It seed he hadn’t expected her to be so heartless. That mont, he heard the sound of his own heart shattering into pieces.
He shouted at her retreating back, "Ji Yunya, fuck your ancestors."
Right after speaking, he did not hesitate to jump.
With that jump, Yan Song was in the hospital for more than a month. Luckily, he fell onto a tree, which slowed his descent. Otherwise, he would have been killed on the spot.
When he appeared again, he was using a crutch, looked after by Aunt Zhuang, his lips red, his teeth white, his complexion excellent, and even a bit chubbier.
His handso features were unchanged, and he gave her a brilliant smile as if those unpleasant incidents had never happened.
"Ji Yunya, I didn’t die; are you disappointed?"
No one knew how relieved she had been at that ti.
"Silly girl, if you care about , just say it. Don’t think I don’t know you sneaked to the hospital to see . You like ; just admit it," he teased her.
Yes, she did care about him, cared whether he was dead or not. Maybe that fall knocked so sense into him. Afterward, he beca even more reckless, and she was nearly driven mad by his tornt. Even her usual calm was almost shattered.
What happened after that?
"Ji Yunya, if this is what you want, I’ll give in to you."
She rembered that year, in the ever-spring Jiangzhou, snow surprisingly fluttered down, everyone delighted by the snow in the south, while she stood in the midst of the snow, her heart ice cold.
She grew thorns all over her body, wounding those who loved her, and she herself was covered in scars.
The last mories lodged in her mind were of the young man’s radiant gaze and his despairing, furious screaming...
She slowly opened her eyes.
A tear rolled down from the corner of her eye, sowhat bitter, sowhat hot.
Her fingers trembling, she wiped away that tear and sat up.
The setting sun’s rays spilled through the window, the extrely dazzling gold tainted with the lancholy of an evening drawing to a close, like a brilliantly blooming flower about to wither, like a youth regretting his pri, like an old man in the twilight of his life, deeply imrsed in helplessness and loneliness, drowning one into the tide.
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