The Nightmare Experience of a Useless Person

Light snowflakes drifted down from the black night sky, and villagers peeked out of their houses, causing a burst of lively joy.

Will good things come with the snowflakes?

will not.

Several black vicious dogs surrounded the badly injured kitten, their mouths dripping with foul-smelling saliva.

"Woof woof woof (This cat is finally alone)."

"Woof woof woof (Haha, you look kind of delicious)."

"Woof woof (Time for a hearty meal!)"

How could a cat understand dog language? But it did! Jiang Zhiyang took off running, but he was in so much pain that he couldn't run fast at all.

As he fled, he gazed at the gently falling snowflakes, his vision growing increasingly blurry. Was he going to die here today? What bad luck! First, he almost got eaten, and now he was being chased by dogs! Danger was chasing him from behind, nearly biting his tail several times.

Jiang Zhiyang was familiar with this feeling—no one was protecting him from behind, and he could only keep running away.

He hadn't escaped more than a few steps before Jiang Zhiyang fainted.

Soon, his flesh was torn apart, his blood was drunk, his bones were broken, and his white cat fur, like fluttering snowflakes, fell into some unknown house.

……

But at this moment, his body felt unusually warm! Jiang Zhiyang struggled to open his eyes, and the face so close to his instantly dispelled the nightmare.

The girl had large eyes, a high nose bridge, and bright red lips. Snowflakes adorned her long eyelashes, and her frostbitten nose twitched slightly. The small mole at the corner of her eye, like a star, illuminated her beauty, making people automatically overlook the blemishes on her fair skin.

Jiang Zhiyang's intuition was right; there really was a temple here, and there really was a girl waiting for him!

She saved him. Her small body shielded him from all danger, and even as she trembled with fear, she steadfastly protected him behind her.

The snow continued to fall, bringing the chill of winter. The roof of the dilapidated temple could not keep out the wind and snow, and the snow piled up to half the size of the house.

The world was cold, but her embrace was so warm, far warmer than the tattered fur coat I was wearing, far warmer than a roaring stove, far warmer than the scorching summer sun.

Warm and soft, the kitten blushed at the thought. This was the first time he had ever hugged someone, and the first time he had ever been so close to a girl.

This feels so good. A strange heat is rising in my heart. What is this?

Snowflakes drifted down from the broken roof and gently touched her eyelids; she opened her eyes.

"Little White, you're awake!"

Should we just call the white cat Xiaobai? It's a bit random, but it doesn't really matter.

"Meow~"

"How are you? Are you hungry?"

Jiang Zhiyang nuzzled the girl's palm affectionately, then watched as she took out half a steamed bun from her clothes and carefully broke it into pieces.

The girl was a beggar, and last night they slept in this corner of the dilapidated temple, covered with some rotten straw.

Her clothes were thin and tattered, revealing her fair skin, red from the cold, as she moved.

She loves to laugh, and when she laughs, her eyes crinkle into crescents that reach into people's hearts, bringing a sweet warmth. But in her smiling eyes, a hint of tears wells up.

"I'm sorry, I didn't take good care of you."

The word "care" is both strange and familiar. It seems like a distant past, in that remote orphanage, an old woman always entrusted him with the care of other children. Now, someone else is the one taking care of him…

He wanted to cry. It turned out that the heat wave was... The tears he had been holding back finally burst forth. Looking at the heartache in the girl's eyes, Jiang Zhiyang suddenly felt so wronged.

Why are you always living in fear? Why are you always all alone? Why are you always rushing around, yet still poor and destitute? Why do you have to take care of others? He's just a child too!

The emotions came suddenly and went quickly. Now he is just a cat, a child, a child being cared for.

The kitten licked and licked the steamed bun, which was dry and hard. It seemed that its little owner was not as good at begging as he was at begging.

Yes, young master. The moment Jiang Zhiyang opened his eyes, he knew he had found the right person. A strong intuition ran through him—time was flowing again, and the story was about to begin.

The winter snow seemed endless, blanketing the entire village in a white gift. The sun and moon also began to function normally, rising with the crowing of roosters, unable to melt the freezing frost and snow, while in the quiet of the night, the moon grew fatter day by day.

The frost and snow outside were freezing, and Jiang Zhiyang's injuries had not fully healed, so the young master asked him to stay obediently in the temple.

So, every day after waking up in his warm embrace, the only thing he had to do was wait.

He squatted at the entrance of the dilapidated temple, craning his neck to wait. Fortunately, his hearing was good. Whenever the girl's footsteps appeared, he would rush out immediately, climb onto his little master's shoulder, and watch her smile sweetly.

The girl didn't bring back enough food each day, and sometimes she brought nothing at all. But Jiang Zhiyang was still fattened up by his little owner and became plump. His fur gradually became thick and shiny, his wounds healed well after being treated with medicine, and his teeth and claws became sharper.

This dilapidated temple was wonderful; though its low walls offered little protection from the wind and snow, they kept the two of them isolated from the outside world. In their world, there was only a sky where snow fell, meager meals, and the comfort of each other's company.

It's like a home.

He has a family now...

Jiang Zhiyang leaned on the windowsill, watching the snowflakes fall on the red lanterns in front of every house, and secretly vowed that once the ice on the river melted, he would catch the fattest fish in the stream and present it to his gentle and lovely master.

Until the night the moon was just a sliver, a tall, fat woman, like a bear, came to the dilapidated temple that no one had ever visited before.

She was dressed in red, carrying two plates of food, but she seemed to find it dirty and refused to come in, only shouting "Qianqian" twice from the threshold.

So his little owner's name is "Qianqian"! Qianqian got up, but there was no smile on her face.

"Qianqian, it's Chinese New Year today! Aunt Liu has brought you two dishes! Come on, take them!"

A woman's passion is like fire.

"No need, no need, we have plenty of food." Qianqian's voice was barely audible, lacking any imposing presence in front of the tall woman.

"Oh, what's there to lack? We should eat well during the New Year! Our Qianqian is so pretty, she needs to eat more! It'll be good if she gets plump and healthy!"

Aunt Liu placed the dish of food in Qianqian's hands and gently patted her shoulder. "What about what I told you last time? How's your decision? Old Wang may be a bit older... and his leg is a little lame... but look, he doesn't look down on you because you're an orphan, with no figure and no dowry, right? It's better to live a good life with him than to beg! Don't blame Aunt Liu for being blunt, but your father isn't coming back anyway, so just consider him gone. You need someone to rely on. I'm doing this for your own good, aren't I? If you haven't made up your mind yet, think about it some more. In the spring, our village will help you both get married—it'll be double happiness! What a wonderful day, isn't it?"

Aunt Liu's voice was very loud, as if she had sung a whole opera in one breath, without even a single breath out. Across from her, Qianqian's face turned as red with embarrassment, and she was so overwhelmed that she couldn't catch her breath.

After finishing the performance, the tall woman left gracefully.

Jiang Zhiyang jumped down from the pile of rice straw and rubbed against the girl's cold legs.

She wasn't very happy.

"Meow (Are you alright?)?"

The girl crouched down and carefully placed the two plates in front of the kitten.

"Little Bai, would you like something to eat? It's Chinese New Year today, you know. We should eat something good for the New Year."

"Meow (Are you alright?)?"

The owner stroked the kitten's head, then touched its mouth, and finally gently stroked its back.

Jiang Zhiyang looked at the two dishes. One was braised pork, with only a few pieces of fat piled up haphazardly, barely qualifying as a dish.

The other dish was stir-fried greens, the leaves of which were yellow and looked wilted. The two plates themselves had several chips around the edges.

Bad guy...

"Meow meow meow (Are you getting married?)?"

Qianqian didn't say anything, she just kept stroking his furry back.

"Meow meow meow meow meow (You mustn't marry that cripple, I can catch fish to support you)."

Qianqian couldn't understand cat language, she just stared at the kitten and smiled blankly. Jiang Zhiyang could tell that she was tired.

Touching the kitten's heart, he said that if Qianqian were to get married, her life would surely be better than it is now. Even if the couple never loved each other, they would at least have enough to eat and wear.

So, if Qianqian is going to get married, that's fine... okay?

That night, Qianqian slept exceptionally late. Jiang Zhiyang, nestled in her arms, was half-asleep, and seemed to vaguely hear her say, "My name isn't Qianqian, Xiaobai. Why does everyone call me Qianqian?"