Wen Ning said nothing more. He simply watched the little cat demon for a long time.
The little cat demon's eyes were startlingly bright. There were tears in them, but also something stubborn. Wen Ning recognized it: the conviction that she had to save her owner.
Zhang Siyu finally couldn't hold back and spoke softly.
"Little kitty, do you know what exchanging lives means? If you give her all your remaining years, you'll die."
"I know."
The little cat demon interrupted her and turned her head. Her little face was taut, but she still pulled her lips into a smile.
"I was only a stray cat to begin with. I should have died beside a garbage heap three years ago. My owner gave me these three extra years. Now I'm giving them back to her. I'm not losing anything."
After hearing that, Zhang Siyu said nothing more.
Wen Ning finished the water in his cup and set it on the table, his voice calm.
"We'll go to the hospital tomorrow."
The little cat demon nodded hard, then added another sentence, as though afraid she might change her mind.
"First thing tomorrow morning."
Wen Ning barely slept that night. After all, this had affected him deeply.
He sat in his room with the window open.
At daybreak, he opened the door and found the little cat demon already waiting outside.
Her eyes were swollen like walnuts. Clearly, she hadn't slept all night.
The two Bugles-shaped ears on top of her head drooped listlessly, but when she saw Wen Ning come out, she forced herself to perk up.
"Let's go."
When the two reached the hospital, Zhou Wan had just finished breakfast and was leaning against the headboard, reading a novel.
Her complexion looked a little better than yesterday, but Wen Ning