She seemed to have returned to the Ming Dynasty. The woman she met this time was named Shui Ya. When she was eight years old, she knelt outside the temple door and wanted to become a monk. The old nun pitied her for losing her parents at a young age, and couldn't bear to see her in the future.
When she became an adult, she cut off the world of mortals. So she was perfunctory and allowed her to lead her practice, but who knew that she would be lonely for the rest of her life. Outside the door, the white cat still stared affectionately and never left.
She seemed to be back in the Song Dynasty again. The woman was dressed in white and had a plain face, with bright eyes. After years of war, she left her hometown and wandered from one place to another. How many rich men were astonished by her, how many young talents fell in love with her and never changed.
Her face remained expressionless, her eyes forever locked into the distance. On a snowy night, in the deserted temple, she sadly swallowed her last breath. Outside the temple gate, the white cat's claws left long traces on the ancient trees.
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Zi'er didn't know how many women she had met like this, but none of them ended well in every generation. The white cat accompanied her like a shadow but never showed up. Only in the dark night did she allow herself to turn her head lovingly.
Nestled next to the sleeping woman. At dawn, it rushed out of the window alertly, as if it had never appeared before. The cat was heartbroken, and she was heartbroken too.
In a trance, the dream took her to an unknown dynasty.[
No woman was seen anymore, the sky was filled with white snow, and at midnight, there were no fireworks in the village.
In the snow, a black cat staggered forward. Its legs no longer obeyed its command, but it did not dare to stop. Such cold weather and heavy snow might kill it at any time.
The world is so big, but there is no place for a cat. It was chased by naughty children in the village and was not allowed to live in the dilapidated mountain temple. Without food and warmth, it was really tired.
In the endless white snow, you can only take one step at a time. When it can no longer hold on, that's where it will be buried.