Time passed by little by little, and the closer it was to ten o’clock, the faster Cheng Su’s heart beat. Her eyes were constantly fixed on the front door, and whenever something passed by, she would jump up and stare, full of anticipation.
But no, no one came, not even a dog.
The clock pointed to ten o’clock, and Cheng Su still hadn’t waited for anyone. Her expectation began to fade, yet she still didn’t leave.
Perhaps something delayed them.
Cheng Su continued waiting, watching the door, quietly muttering to herself.
At ten thirty, no one came, but a cat appeared. The kitten was all gray and white, with round eyes looking at her.
Maybe seeing Cheng Su was harmless, the kitten jumped over and squatted by her side, looking up at her.
Cheng Su smiled, reached out her hand, tentatively petted its head, and said, "Little cutie, where did you come from?"
"Meow!"
The kitten enjoyed Cheng Su’s strokes, meowed, and lazily lay down with its eyes half-closed.
Seeing this, Cheng Su petted it while saying, "Do you have a mother? Are you with your family? Let me tell you a secret, I am from the future. I came back to find myself, but I haven’t seen myself yet. Do you think I will meet myself today?"
"Will I still be abandoned? Little kitten, I’m really scared, scared of being abandoned, and scared of not finding myself. If I can’t see myself, then who am I now?"
Zhuang Zhou dreamed he was a butterfly, and the butterfly dreamed it was Zhuang Zhou. Was she real or not?
Cheng Su buried her head in her knees and started to sob softly.
"Meow, meow!"


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