Chapter 1: The Boy Who Fell from the Sky

  That year, she was twelve years old. The boy was nine years old.

  She cursed on the spot for a few words, thinking of today's unlucky events, and was furious.

  "I'm not going to class," she said, running to the backyard in a huff, where there was a small gate behind which lay a lush green lawn and a pond.

  She pushed open the old wooden door of the backyard with a creak, and some dust fell off the peeling wall. She patted her hair and walked slowly on the lawn.

  As she walked along the edge of the pond, she gradually calmed down, gazing at the clear water, her mind filled with thoughts of that new little kid who had just arrived.

  His pitch-black eyes, silent face, and icy back figure.

  Never have I seen a child's eyes so numb, empty and painful.

  Not like a kid at all.

  So he must be a lonely person deep down. As the cat came to this conclusion, it suddenly felt a little dazed.

  The sky transmitted a few muffled thunderclaps, like the heavy sound of a train passing over railroad tracks. She raised her head, and her pupils reflected the sky like glass.

  Lead-gray clouds gathered from all sides, and soon the last patch of clear blue would be swallowed up by them.

  It's going to rain.

  Dark clouds engulfed everything, the world was left with suffocating grayness. Leaves were blown into the pond by the wind, creating a faint ripple. Then, the spring rain poured down like it was falling into a whirlpool, landing on the water, and in her eyes.

  The cat stood motionless by the lake, staring at the rippling water surface. At that moment, she had an urge to jump in lightly and swim like a fish.

  Living with a memory of only seven seconds, I won't remember if I'm sad, and I won't mind if I'm lonely.

  But the rain finally stopped, and the sky gradually cleared up. The sunshine also shone through the clouds onto the earth. At that moment when she saw the sunshine, her mood seemed to brighten up again, no longer feeling negative.

  Sunlight is indeed the most healing thing, I don't want to think so much anymore.

  She took a deep breath and shrugged her shoulders, feeling the wet clothes clinging to her body was a bit chilly.

  "Hey!" He seemed to have descended from the sky, carrying a large painting board on his back, and suddenly shouted at her.

  The cat was startled and almost fell into the river, stiffly turning its head around, just wanting to see who it was, but the next second she was stunned, unable to admit that from the moment she saw him, she couldn't move her gaze away.

  He was also stunned. It was obvious that he was a mixed-blood, with ash-blonde hair, slightly curly, and brown eyes.

  The cat admired itself for a moment, then frowned with an eight-character eyebrow.

  "How did you get in?" This orphanage is like a prison, I've been trying to escape for so many years and couldn't, how could he suddenly appear out of nowhere.

  "I came over from there." He smiled and rubbed his hair, pointing at the four-meter-high wall.

  The cat's whiskers twitched a few times, muttering: "How can it be human if it can flip over from there?"

  "My name is Wei Chi." He extended his hand, resuming the manner of a gentleman.

  "It's nothing," she said, putting her hand in his palm. The moment their hands touched, she felt her heart suddenly racing like a small drum, beating rapidly and rhythmically, and she hastily withdrew her hand, avoiding his gaze unnaturally, afraid of being seen through.

  He narrowed his eyes and didn't say anything.

  A moment later.

  "Kitty, may I draw a portrait of you?" Yu Wei put down his painting board from his back and sat on the wet grass with a warm smile, as if his smile had eclipsed the sun's radiance.