The fog obscured her countenance.

Only those dark golden eyes have a sky full of stars and endless tenderness.

Familiar, yet unfamiliar.

Who are you?

She didn't answer me.

I remember as if I had seen those eyes, but I didn't.

The ethereal singing came from nowhere.

The sound was like melting snow and ice on a mountain, like the sun shining through the trees, like a breeze blowing in my ears.

Calm, gentle.

It makes people feel warm.

She said.

"The world is actually very good, there is always a gentle person who will watch you from behind."

"When you are tired, he will be your support."

"When you feel cold, he'll be your sunshine."

"When you go through the storm and are broken, he will be your harbor."

"So, please don't give up."

"You will eventually meet the person who belongs to you, the gentle one who can make you forget all your hurts."

The fog gradually thickened, and it was difficult to see clearly.

Su Qimo stretched out his hand to her, the kind of thing that had to be grasped no matter what.

That person.

Fade away.

It's like she's never been in this world.

“！”

Su Qimo's body trembled, and he sat up from the bed suddenly!

It took a while to come back to his senses.

The whole room was empty.

There is no moon tonight, and the whole world is dark and gloomy, and it can't help but feel oppressive.

She rolled over and got out of bed.

The white and lustrous jade feet stepped on the slightly cool solid mahogany board.

Slowly walked to the table, poured himself a glass of water, and quietly did not have a trace of life.

But a piercing sound of scratching broke through this confinement.

Su Qimo pulled out a chair, sat on it, took a sip of water, looked ahead with blank eyes, and didn't know where his thoughts had gone.

This dream felt strange to her.

Su Qimo could be sure that she had really never seen those dark golden eyes, and this was the first time she had a dream about eyes.

That strong sense of disobedience seemed to tell her that the owner of those eyes did not belong to this world.

His eyes wandered over the delicate and cold ornaments in the room.

Each piece is worth a lot of money.

But so what, they are just objects, without thoughts, without feelings, without temperature.

It was these cold things that accompanied her nightmares, her crying again and again, and when she was awakened in the night.

The cold seemed to seep in from the soles of her feet, making her feel that her bones were cold and her blood was bubbling with cold air.

However, the words of the dreamer have always lingered in my mind.

"You will eventually meet the person who belongs to you, the one who is gentle and can make you forget all your hurts."

It's mine..... Gentle people......

"Snort."

Maybe because I just woke up, my voice is still a little hoarse.

But you can still hear the white laughter.

The corners of Su Qimo's mouth hooked up a hint of mockery, she shook her head, and drank all the water in the cup.

"Nights are always cranky."

Inky eyes darkened, and the cup was gently slammed against the table.

"It's better not to think about the impossible."

She got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

The scene below is in full view.

At the beginning, her favorite thing was to sit on the floor at night and look out through this window.

The gray-blue sky is deepening, and the galaxy is shining.

Below, the lights of thousands of homes are bright, and the whole city seems to be warm.

At that time, with them by your side, no matter how cold the cold is, it will be dispelled.

When I think of them, I smile straight to the bottom of my eyes, but after a while, I fall silent again.

It's a pity...... Now there is no one around me.

"You guys...... Are you okay over there......"

Suddenly, a warm object came to hand.

Su Qimo was startled and turned his head to look.

It was a black cat, curled up at her side sleeping.

It was the stray cat that I picked up on the way home the other day.

I named it Big Meow.

It still looks good after washing.

It wears a purple bell around its neck with a red string.

That's what Gao Taiyin guy stuffed into her yesterday.

What do you say about being a cat??

But..... There it is......

A light smile rose at the corner of Su Qimo's mouth.

The right hand rests lightly on its body.

It's warm.

"Pretty good, isn't it?"