C119 How Did He Get Here

"Meow …" "Meow …"

In the morning I was awakened by the cry of the stars.

I sat up in bed, my hair in disarray, and the star was sitting in its little nest, crying. I touched its head, and its eyes narrowed in comfort.

I turned my head, Ling Mofann's position was already cold. I picked up my phone, it was already 11 o'clock. Yesterday, when I got home, it was already early in the morning