As the Cat Spirit who had watched Chen Gao Yang grow up, Haitang knew what a devastating blow her disappearance without a word had been to him.
'It was so close. So dangerously close. If I'd been even a step too late, we would have been torn apart forever.'
Even for a Cat Spirit who had lived for one hundred and sixty-two years, she was filled with a lingering fear, as if she were on the brink of a nightmarish abyss.
"Brother Gaoyang, I will never leave you again. Not for a single step. Will you forgive me?"
Her voice was a plea, a sorrowful cry, and she looked achingly beautiful in her distress.
Overcome with emotion, Chen Gao Yang hugged Haitang tightly. "Really? You really won't leave again?"
As far as he could remember, this was the only time he had ever held Haitang like this—held the girlfriend he had loved for so many years.
'It was ridiculous, but this really was the first time.'
