After eating, extinguishing the fire, the Fire Qilin transformed into a cat, curled up in Li Guanyi's arms. Li Guanyi raised his head, looking at the distant sky and stars, chatting leisurely with Shaking Light about their first meeting ten years ago.
As they continued talking, he suddenly felt his shoulder sink.
He slightly turned his gaze, only to see the silver-haired girl already sleepy, covered with a thin windproof cloak, leaning against Li Guanyi's shoulder. Her breathing became slow and delicate, as if she had fallen asleep.
Her silver hair fell down, and as she breathed, her body gently rose and fell.
Like a cat made of snowy satin.
Li Guanyi thought, ten years ago, before the days she met him, perhaps she too was sitting under every clear starry sky, looking into the sky, then curling up and sleeping peacefully.
Li Guanyi chuckled to himself, "Seems like these days have been too tiring, she's already asleep."
"... I'm awake."
