I listened as my daughter slowly recounted the events of the past.
At that moment.
Cat mother finally had no more doubts.
"Good, that's wonderful." She was so happy that she could barely speak. Her vision gradually blurred, and she murmured the same few words over and over.
"You've grown so tall."
"And you're still the prettiest little cat."
Cat mother gazed at me, then suddenly swayed.
This was—her baby.
Truly... wonderful.
She already had the strength to protect herself.
In human form, she was also a powerhouse in her own right. No one would ever bully her again.
That was enough.
She no longer had any regrets.
She should have died on that winter night long ago.
She had survived until now solely because of an obsession sustaining her.
The last breath in her throat had gathered without dispersing, keeping her from falling.
And now.
With her obsession fulfilled, that breath finally dissipated.
Her only regret in this life was that she had never seen her daughter again.
Now she had finally seen her in person and confirmed that her daughter was happy and would never be bullied by anyone else.
That last breath of hers was gone.
Her natural vitality began to ebb away incessantly.
I had already used a pill to stabilize my mother's condition and was enjoying the tender moment of our reunion. In the next second, I received this terrible news. The joy and heartache of our reunion abruptly turned into a stabbing pain as my heart clenched.
A gratified smile had remained at the corners of Cat mother's lips.
At that moment.
She was happy. To see her daughter again while she was still alive meant that she no longer had any regrets.
In the end, amid my uncontrolled scream, Cat mother's head tilted