Chapter 8: No Matter What, I'll Be With You

  The sky had completely darkened, and the cat sat on the bus, looking at the neon lights flashing outside the window, with the entire world being a blurry outline.

  A cold wind poured in from the window, freezing my face so much that it was about to start icing up.

  After leaving prison, Catnip was in a daze, only able to tell herself to believe in Liang Chen and nothing more.

  As the bus door opened, Cat found that she had already arrived home. She got off the bus and walked step by step up the dimly lit corridor.

  Wei Chi sat on the sofa, quietly lowering her head, and her flaxen hair shone with a soft light under the lamp.

  The dishes on the table had been warmed up, and he didn't know when he became a househusband. Hearing footsteps coming from the corridor, he immediately looked up and walked to the door to open it.

  The cat stood at the door, her eyes dazed, her whole body exuding fatigue, the scars on her face piercing into his eyes like needles. Wei Chi furrowed his brow, silently pulling her in and closing the door.

  "What happened today?" Wei Chi took out the medicine box from the room, and Cat Ni was sitting on the floor, leaning against the sofa. Hearing his question, she mechanically shook her head, not knowing why she suddenly didn't want to talk, she wasn't being playful, she was just too tired.

  He walked up to her, squatted down, took out a cotton swab and gently wiped her wound. The cat wrinkled its brow, and Wei Chi knew it was painful, and a hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes.

  "It's for a good thing." Apart from him, who else could make Catnip lose her mind like this.

  The cat heard Liang Chen's name and involuntarily raised its head, staring at Wei Chi. After a moment, it turned its eyes: "I went to the prison today."

  "And then?" Yu Wei's voice was like warm water on a winter day, carrying a warmth that seeped into one's heart.

  "He didn't see me, he wants to give up on himself." The cat stared blankly at the floor, and just as Yu Wei was about to speak up to comfort her, she suddenly lifted her head again, "But I believe in him, he absolutely won't do something like that, right?"

  This time, her eyes suddenly became exceptionally clear.

  Wei Chi was stunned for a moment, then hooked up the corner of his mouth and gently wrapped her in his arms: "You're right."

  I believe that good timing is not wrong, but I can feel that you have placed all your hopes on this moment, betting that good timing will not do such a thing. You must be working hard, and who would bear to disappoint you.

  But reality... What kind of result will reality give us?

  "No matter what. I'll be with you." He gently rested his chin on her hair, his brown eyes filled with tenderness.

  "Mm." The cat nodded in his arms, and for some reason, every time he spoke, it calmed her down and stopped her heart from racing.

  "Haven't eaten yet?" Wu Chi said, getting up and carrying the dishes towards the kitchen, "Wait a minute, I'll heat up the meal again."

  The cat sat on the floor, gazing out at the night scene outside the window, and couldn't help but feel a sense of loss again, wondering how Liang Chen was doing on such a cold day.

  Ming Ze Prison

  The boy sat in the shadow, the bleak moonlight spilled on the gray cement floor, looking exceptionally cold.

  As the iron gate creaked, a policeman in uniform walked in with a flashlight, its white light swaying in the darkness before finally landing on the young man in the corner.

  The boy covered his eyes with his arm and furrowed his brow.

  "It's a good time, then." The police officer was somewhat curious about what this boy looked like, to make that girl believe in him so firmly. Although it was laughable, he would still pass on her message. He just... felt bored, not because of her words.

  "That girl called Miao Ni. She said she believes in you and will come again." The police officer finished speaking, only to find that the boy in the corner didn't react at all, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of awkwardness, wondering if he was being too boring. He shook his head and walked outside.

  The prison returned to darkness once again. No one noticed that the young man's black eyes, like after a rain, had become moist.