Chapter 17 Hawaii (End) Island Tour.

Emily and Lucas, the two children, had long since parted ways in the crowd: "Grandma!"

He plunged headfirst into Mrs. Mailer's open arms.

Mrs. Mailer stood up, bracing herself on either side of her wheelchair, and hugged her two grandsons, stroking their hair: "You've both grown taller, and your hair has grown longer too."

Keona dropped her luggage and came over to hug Mrs. Mailer.

The host on stage paused his announcements, and the people around him spontaneously applauded, with the sunset on the beach becoming the backdrop.

"Kiona is really back."

"Our plan was a success!" Chi Chi said to 1221. "Today was simply the most perfect day."

Mrs. Mailer's courtyard was meticulously decorated.

The makeshift shelves were draped with palm leaves and flowers, and the long, unused table in the warehouse was brought out and filled with exquisitely plated delicacies.

Salmon salad, grilled meat, coconut milk jelly... and food brought by Kara and Richie respectively.

Richie even brought his own ukulele.

Chichi watched them hold a family gathering in the courtyard. Just as Mrs. Mailer had said, the two children kept coming over to play with her, keeping her from even eating the delicious meal on her plate, as she had to help the humans take care of their babies.

Mrs. Mailer's spirits visibly improved.

Keona helped her get food from the table, while her two grandsons, with food crumbs on their lips, playfully wrestled around the adults.

Keona helped Mrs. Mailer set out her plate and recounted how difficult her journey had been.

"The flight was delayed by three hours before departure, and I thought I would miss it."

Keona carefully examined Mrs. Mailer's face, which had become more wrinkled: "I took a few days off to come back and accompany you to the hospital for a full check-up."

“No, I’m perfectly fine,” Mrs. Mailer said firmly.

Keona frowned slightly, still worried: "When Uncle Richie called me, he said you weren't feeling well—"

Kara brought over the food: "It's alright, Keona. Your mother is doing fine. Perhaps it's because you're back, but she looks much better today than she did a while ago, and she's full of energy."

“I couldn’t be better now. Kara and Richie took good care of me while you were away.”

Mrs. Mailer reached out and patted Carla's hand first, then glanced at Richie, who was focused on grilling the meat.

She took Geona and Carla's hands in her own and said to her daughter, "With you not by my side, Carla is like my daughter, like you have a capable older sister."

Hearing such high praise, Kara felt somewhat ashamed: "I haven't done enough."

"No, darling, you've already done enough."

Mrs. Mailer: "I will always remember your patience, your care, and that dance you performed..."

"Now, are you willing to be my 'Geona'?"

Kara was stunned.

Keona smiled encouragingly from the side, and thinking back to the trips she had taken with Mrs. Mailer and Richie like a family, it felt like she was back with her parents.

"I do."

She nodded emphatically, her voice slightly hoarse but very clear: "I am your other 'Geona'."

Mrs. Mailer's eyes brightened again, and she was surrounded by her children and grandchildren, a scene of unprecedented liveliness.

Remembering something, Keona asked Mrs. Mailer, "Mother, haven't you found your ring?"

The old lady became sad whenever the topic was brought up: "I can't find it."

“I bought you a new one,” Keona reassured him. “It’s exactly the same as the engagement ring Dad gave me back then, also a sapphire ring.”

Mrs. Mailer sighed, "It's different. I want the original ring box."

“A ring box?” Geona asked, troubled. “Where am I supposed to find you an exact match?”

The old woman shook her head and said, "We can't find it, and the things inside can't come back."

Unable to bear seeing the old lady fall into sadness again, he jumped from the veranda to the living room windowsill, picked up the large plastic diamond ring he had found, and ran over to show it to everyone.

"Oh my god, what is this?"

Keona watched as the kitten jumped onto the old lady's lap and placed the enormous sapphire ring into her arms.

Mrs. Mailer put on the extravagant plastic diamond ring, and everyone at the table smiled knowingly.

Amidst the jubilation, Lucas, the grandson, seemed a little reserved.

Lucas was invited to play house with his sister Emily, but he was too late. While digging in the dirt, he glanced absentmindedly at the adults chatting.

1221 floated over and asked Chichi, "What's wrong with this child?"

Chichi: "Maybe you're a little tired from the long journey?"

After dinner, Keona and her husband took the children inside to see the room that their grandmother had personally arranged for them.

Although it was unknown when they would return, the room was spotless, and the bottom half of the small blanket on the bed had a calico kitten pattern.

As soon as Emily entered the room, she hugged the blanket tightly and wouldn't let go: "Mommy, the kitten on this looks just like the kitten outside!"

"Yes, this was knitted by my grandmother herself."

The little girl quickly put down the blanket and picked up the grass skirt doll next to the pillow. The sheets and blankets were bright colors, while the other little bed that belonged to Lucas was blue, which he liked.

"And surfboards—"

Emily was dazzled. She ran to the wall and touched the shiny children's surfboard, which was in her favorite pink and orange colors and had Hawaiian patterns painted on it.

The little girl excitedly picked up Chichi, who had accompanied her on a tour of the room, and spun around with the kitten, exclaiming, "I want to live in Hawaii forever!"

"Lucas?"

Keona noticed her unusually quiet youngest son and asked him, "Don't you love surfboards? Why don't you go and thank your grandma?"

Lucas went over and hugged Mrs. Mailer's arm: "Thank you, Grandma."

He glanced at Keona, who had gone to help Emily move the surfboards, and subtly nudged Mrs. Mailer's arm, causing her to look down at him: "What's wrong, darling?"

"grandmother."

Little Lucas mustered his courage and whispered in the other person's ear: "Could you come with me for a moment, so that Mom, Dad, and Emily don't see us?"

Holding his grandmother's hand, Lucas walked out to the restaurant and took his little backpack.

He took a ring out of his bag and placed it in Mrs. Mailer's hand: "Grandma, this is your ring."

Mrs. Mailer looked at the familiar sapphire ring in her hand with surprise, picked it up and examined it closely against the light. Her name was engraved on the inner band, and it was clearly the one she had lost.

"sorry."

Lucas's voice was full of guilt as he quickly lowered his head: "The teacher asked us to find old things from our grandparents to bring to school for an exhibition. Last time I came back, I took your ring back with me as an assignment. I didn't know this ring was so important."

"I was wrong. Mom said you've been looking for this ring for a long time, and I was very scared..."

"So I begged my parents to take us back to Hawaii to see you, otherwise my mom would have flown back by herself last month."

"Lucas."

The other person shrank back, looking dejected: "I'm sorry."

“It’s alright.” Mrs. Mailer breathed a sigh of relief and slipped the ring onto her ring finger. “Could you tell Grandma where the ring box is?”

Lucas: "I didn't take the ring box."

He suddenly thought of something, ran to the octagonal cabinet, and tried to stick his arm into the gap between the cabinet and the cabinet.

“Lucas, what are you doing?” Geona walked over.

Mrs. Mailer: "Geona, come and help him."

Kara and Richie came over as well, and together they moved the octagonal cabinet out and placed it in a bright spot, pulling out all the drawers.

He hurriedly broke free from Emily's embrace and went to see where the octagonal cabinet had originally been.

Kara had already moved the cabinet once before, and there was nothing under it. This time was no exception.

1221 followed the kitten: "So Mrs. Mailer wasn't looking for the ring, but the ring box?"

With the system's help, the kitten jumped onto the octagonal cabinet, signaling to the humans to knock it down.

Geona and her family were baffled: "What does this cat want to do?"

Richie, having already grasped the cat's nature, called to Keona's husband, "Come and lend a hand!"

When the old, heavy octagonal cabinet lay on the ground, the kitten sniffed around and finally found the squashed ring box in the hollowed-out compartment between the drawer and the cabinet wall.

Carla picked it up, wiped off the dust, and handed it to Mrs. Mailer.

The other person trembled as they took the box, opened the lid, and took out the velvet lining inside. Only then did they realize that there was something hidden underneath.

A black and white photograph, barely larger than a fingernail, with worn and curled edges, shows Mrs. Mailer, still in elementary school, and a little boy.

None of the people present had ever seen this photo before, but Richie recognized himself first: "This is... our elementary school graduation photo?"

Mrs. Mailer carefully picked up the photograph, underneath which was a small, yellowed piece of paper folded up.

The handwriting above is clumsy yet forceful, as if the clumsy, bad-tempered boy from decades ago had painstakingly carved each stroke.

"I'm so sorry for all my stupid and rude behavior in the past. I don't know how to talk to you. Whenever I'm around you, I do stupid things to make you angry. I didn't mean to bully you. I just like you a lot, but I'm so clumsy. This is the only way I can express it..."

"Tomorrow I will leave with the army to go to a faraway place. I don't know when I will be able to come back. Writing these words is more difficult for me than doing anything else, but I want you to know that my heart belongs to you. I hope you are well. This is my only wish."

—Rich

When she was little, some people always liked to pull her braids, hide her homework, and deliberately yell loudly when she passed by.

But she also remembered that when other boys bullied her, Richie was always the first to rush up and fight them, leaving him bruised and battered.

The other person has been awkward since childhood, hiding their concern beneath their bad temper.

Later, Richie joined the army and disappeared. She moved with her parents, got married, had children, and lived an ordinary life.

After her husband's death, she moved back to Oahu and lived in the same old house she had lived in as a child, becoming a regular "neighbor" with Richie, whom she had divorced long ago.

Looking longingly at the yellowed half-letter in Mrs. Mailer's hand, he suddenly realized: "No wonder Richie kept their old photo in a box."

1221: "I had long suspected that this old man had a crush on Mrs. Mailer, but it turned out to be this long ago."

Nearly fifty years have passed since he wrote this letter, and Richie never imagined it would be preserved for so long.

He almost instinctively tried to turn his head away, his tanned skin turning a dark red, but his hand was gently grasped.

"Thank you, Richie, for coming to check on me every day, rain or shine, all these years. I've known for a long time that."

A warm current spread throughout my body, continuously transmitting strength from our clasped hands.

The regrets and sacrifices of the past few decades have become a great comfort.

He was finally able to place his hand over the other person's hand.

Keona put her arm around Mrs. Mailer's shoulder and noticed Carla's eyes were slightly red in the corner. She quietly sniffed.

An old man with a bad temper who only dared to linger around as a neighbor is now being accepted naturally, with Keona, her husband, and children taking turns hugging him.

"We should celebrate!"

"Mom has gained another daughter, and the children have gained another grandfather," Keona said.

Her husband suggested, "To celebrate the arrival of our new family member, why don't we rent a campervan and travel around the island for a few days?"

Keona asked Mrs. Mailer, "Is it alright?"

"Of course, as long as you don't think I'm a burden."

“Uncle Richie, Kara, you should come too.” Geona had inherited her mother’s smiling eyes. Under such earnest gazes, Kara and Richie couldn’t bring themselves to refuse.

"We drove along the coastline, stopping whenever we saw a beautiful spot..."

Mrs. Mailer looked around for a moment, and then looked around as well, thinking that the other person was looking for something else, but unexpectedly the other person's gaze fell on her.

"There is one more guest who has not been invited."

Geona asked in confusion, "Who?"

Mrs. Mailer bent down and reached out her hand to the kitten.

Hesitantly, the old lady approached and nuzzled against the other woman, saying, "Our feline guest."

"Meow?"

"Would you like to join me on a round-the-island trip?"

The orb of light began to flash excitedly: "Having a car is great! We can go to farther places, and our adventure map can be expanded even further!"

Because there were many people, Keona and her husband each drove a car.

On the day of departure, the amount of luggage to bring was like moving house.

Mrs. Mailer was afraid the children would go hungry on the road, so she wanted to move everything in the refrigerator to the RV, as well as the clothes, toys, sheets, and blankets that the children and adults needed to bring.

In the end, the surfboards filled the roofs of both cars.

Only the kitten went lightly, carrying only the system with it.

"Cats have it easy."

It leisurely wagged its tail, watching humans carry luggage onto the car, one trip after another.

With encouragement from Mrs. Mailer and Keona, Carla finally changed into the beautiful clothes she had been hiding under the closet, no longer wearing an ordinary T-shirt and jeans.

The dress, adorned with hibiscus and palm leaves, swayed gently as she walked, captivating even the kittens' attention.

It took a while to notice the familiar seashells on her wrist, and then I realized that the seashell bracelet Kara was wearing was made from the two seashells on her grass skirt.

Since she couldn't wear the grass skirt every day, she made good use of the seashells she had painstakingly collected.

After the humans finished unloading their luggage and got into the car, Richie placed his ukulele on the table and, curious about how the little creature could play it, scratched at it a few times with his paws, mimicking the humans' actions.

The strings clanged and rang out, though without any particular pattern, it was still a melody.

"Mom, the kitten is playing the ukulele for us."

Geona: "Yeah, you can go dance next to me."

"Watch out for the little wildcats," Richie warned below as he fastened the surfboard's straps. "Don't break the strings."

“She won’t, Richie.”

Kara stroked the kitten's head, clearly showing favoritism towards it, just like Mrs. Mailer: "When you come down, will you play us a few folk songs?"

As they began their voyage along the coastline, those large, calloused fingers, usually only interested in tinkering with fishing gear, rested on the strings of a violin.

Richie lowered his head and tentatively strummed a chord. A series of light notes rang out, a classic Hawaiian folk song that everyone knew and could sing.

Keona, who was driving in front, was the first to start singing along softly to the melody: "Goodbye, take care, the last hug before leaving."

Mrs. Mailer soon joined in with a soft hum, her voice deeper and more story-filled.

"I will be leaving until we meet again."

The music seemed to replace the words that were left unsaid decades ago, gently conveying them. The kitten looking out the window swayed its tail slowly behind it, following the music.

Chichi listened while squatting by the car window, his nose almost touching the glass.

"That tree is so strange, it looks like a big umbrella."

"That's a rain bean tree, and its canopy can project an area of ​​several hundred square meters."

Seeing the kitten tilting its head to look at it, 1221 changed its approach: "It means that its canopy can grow as big as a basketball court."

Although being on a human vehicle prevents you from getting off and getting closer to these landscapes whenever you want, there are still many beautiful sights along the way.

I finally saw the volcanic rock formations I'd seen before, and the seabird colony that the kitten couldn't take its eyes off.

With so many thieving seagulls, she could fight hundreds of rounds.

As dusk fell, the RV was parked in a secluded bay. The children rushed out and began building sandcastles, while Keona and Kara busied themselves preparing dinner.

Richie acted as Mrs. Mailer's walking stick, sitting side by side with her on the flat sand with a folding chair.

The elderly people faced the sea, while their daughters and grandchildren busied themselves with their own things, their laughter echoing around them. It felt as if everyone spontaneously became younger.

Chichi spent a while acting as a "Sphinx" inside the sand pyramid built by the two human cubs. Once the barbecue grill was set up and the aroma of food filled the air, he went to the sandy area behind to bask in the sunset with Mrs. Mailer and Richie.

Everything in sight was bathed in the colors of the sunset, and the kitten sat quietly beside the human.

Richie got up to get the old lady's shawl from the car. Mrs. Mailer felt the gentle sea breeze and gently stroked the head of the kitten nestled at her feet with her right hand.

It's great for a cat to travel freely and enjoy being with humans. Luckily, she's a "miracle cat" who can enjoy such a unique experience.

The next morning, the weather was perfect for surfing.

Apart from Mrs. Mailer and Keona, who stayed on shore to keep each other company, everyone changed into wetsuits and carried their surfboards.

Anyone who lives by the sea for a long time will yearn for surfing.

Chichi, as one of those who stayed on the beach, watched from a closer distance as people sat on surfboards and paddled forward against the waves.

Keona's husband, Mark, is a broad-shouldered, easygoing man who takes care of their two children and teaches them how to adjust their stance on the surfboard.

Emily was a little older and was able to try to stand up on her own, but she only lasted a few seconds before screaming and falling into the sea. She popped her head out of the water and then happily climbed back onto the surfboard.

Richie was more vigorous than Chichi had imagined, taking the lead and riding on the crest of a wave, battling against wave after wave.

However, what surprised Chi Chi the most was that the best surfer among the group was actually the usually low-key caregiver.

She leaned slightly forward, shifting her weight forward, her arms outstretched naturally, gliding gracefully along the wave wall, the splashing water around her turning into white foam.

When Karabi is surfing, he is even more captivating than usual, his powerful thighs firmly planted on the board, showing him to be in complete control.

"That's so cool!"

Emily and Lucas couldn't stop smiling.

"Beautiful." Even Richie applauded.

"Wow." 1221 said to Chichi, "I didn't expect Kara to be a hidden master."

Chichi watched with longing: "What does surfing feel like? I really want to try it too."

"How can you try it? What if you fall into the sea?"

"It's good to stand on the surfboard and paddle for a while."

The kitten watched longingly as humans moved freely in the sea, and when Kara came ashore to rest, it belatedly jumped onto her surfboard first.

Kara looked down at the tiny cat head on the surfboard: "Do you want to go swimming too?"

It clung to the other's leg for a long time, meowing softly.

"Please take this naive little kitten for a ride."

Staring at you with those big, honey-colored eyes, no human could bring themselves to refuse.

However, with a kitten, she couldn't do any difficult surfing maneuvers. Kara grabbed a paddle, placed Chichi in front of the surfboard, and sat behind her with her legs spread apart, leading Chichi towards the middle of the sea.

As a wave crashed over, Kara began to turn and paddle hard, the bottom of her surfboard feeling as if it were being lifted up by a giant hand, splashing water everywhere.

Her heart pounded with excitement, and the more thrilling it was, the more excited she became. She said to 1221, "Being at sea is completely different from being on land!"

The transparent ball of light followed, but it was even more cautious than she was, sticking to her head without moving, forgetting that it could fly at will: "Hold on tighter with your claws, don't fall."

"No, these are just minor waves."

Before he could finish speaking, a steeper wave crashed in, forcing him to swallow salty seawater.

While the feeling of riding the waves is wonderful, it's inevitable that your fur will get wet from the splashing seawater.

Chi Chi shook his head and quickly stepped back into the human's arms.

Although I couldn't surf standing up like a human, I still managed to experience wave after wave of tides while standing on a surfboard.

The surfboard slowed down, then slowly climbed back to the front, and was carried back to shore by humans.

After getting off, the kitten was all sticky and wet, but it felt very happy.

This adds another exciting chapter to the list of things a cat should experience in its life. I believe there aren't many cats that can surf with humans!

Driving around the island, she saw many sights she had seen before and those she had never seen before, and even went to places she could never have visited on her own as a cat.

He even found a volcanic rock that looked exactly like a crab, brought it back and gave it to Richie, only to receive another sour look in return.

The kitten also found a huge rhinestone on a strange beach, which it gave to the budgie as a gift, enough to make the budgie swoon for quite some time.

With company, and even two kids who love to follow the cat around, the cat eventually started to miss the time when it was all alone.

These past few days, she's been enjoying her "personal litter box" on the beach, which has been watched by two little kids. They even compete to dig the hole for her in advance, which can be considered an early training for cat owners.

On the last day of their trip, they returned to the town of Kailua and parked their car on the familiar beach to watch the sunset before heading home.

After playing with the two children until she was tired, Chichi lay down on Mrs. Mailer's lap.

Thank you.

The other person suddenly spoke softly to the kitten, their voice almost blending into the sound of the waves.

She slowly raised her head to look at the old man, whose wrinkles at the corners of his eyes smoothed out: "I know, it was you who brought the children back to my side."

"You are a little elf."

Chichi squinted and nuzzled the other woman's right hand. The old lady lovingly stroked her head, her smile deepening.

*

Geona's family eventually had to leave.

Hugs, words of advice, and repeated farewells—the children reluctantly let go of their grandmother's arms, turning back to look at her every step of the way as they got into the car.

After the family left, the yard seemed to lose most of its sound, instantly becoming much quieter.

He lingered among the flowerpots in the yard, watching Mrs. Mailer sitting alone on the veranda.

Sensing the other person's loneliness, Richie silently walked to a chair and sat down, rubbing his knee with one hand. Only when the other person looked over did he open his mouth, which seemed glued shut.

"I'll take care of you from now on, don't be afraid."

Mrs. Mailer turned her head, a gentle yet slightly teasing smile on her face: "It's good enough that you can take care of yourself."

Her gaze swept across the courtyard. The fence separated by a wall was built by Richie, the wild climbing plants along the wall were neatly trimmed by him, and the two small surfboards the children took away were also handcrafted by him.

"You've worked so hard all these years. I feel so happy to have you by my side."

Richie's lips moved slightly.

The person next to me spoke gently, with a smile: "You'll have to work hard from now on."

Chi Chi slightly raised his eyes, his gaze falling on the backs of their hands that had been unconsciously clasped together, and he also wagged his tail, resting it on them.

The frangipani trees outside the courtyard shed their petals at just the right time, their snow-white petals mixed with pale yellow, as beautiful as the confetti falling at a wedding.

There were no grand vows, only the closeness of hearts.

Still immersed in the warmth and happiness of humanity, a dazzling light suddenly appeared before Chichi's eyes. This light emanated from Richie and Mrs. Mailer, flashing brightly in front of her like a tiny shooting star.

"What's this?"

Even as I waited a while, 1221 started flashing excitedly.

"This is a fragment of the light of the soul!"

1221 jumped around excitedly on her head: "I never thought I could collect soul light while on vacation. It is said that if you collect enough soul light, you can have a wish granted."

"Is that so?" Chichi stretched out its paw, letting the tiny meteor land on its paw pad.

"Why haven't I heard you mention this before?"

1221: "I've never encountered anything like this before, let alone collected it. My program only told me that there was such a thing as the Light of Souls. I never thought that we could actually collect it."

"How do I know if I've collected them?" Chi Chi looked at the little stars on her paw pads. They looked dazzling, but they weren't hot at all, and they even felt a little cool to the touch.

“My sphere of light is a container that was custom-made for them.”

1221 said to the kitten, "Slowly move the pieces from your paws closer to me."

I slowly placed the small meteor on the surface of the light sphere and watched it gradually merge with 1221, at which point the light sphere burst forth with a bright white light.

1221 exclaimed excitedly: "We did it!"

"There will likely be more fragments scattered around the world in the future."

1221 said to the kitten, who hadn't quite caught on, "Your choice to get close to humans was definitely the right one. Hopefully, we can collect more Soul Light in the future, so you can have one wish granted."

It took a while for him to realize where this tiny shooting star came from.

What if I have no wishes to fulfill?

She was already on an indefinite vacation, living a carefree life, enjoying the scenery, savoring delicious food, and mingling with people, living a freer life than before.

She had little ambition and few desires.

Asking the already content kitten to make more wishes in this state would only make her more troubled.

"It's okay," 1221 comforted. "We might not be able to collect them all. You can take your time to think about it. Maybe you'll get them in the future. Anyway, just like points, you can save them up for later use. Why not take advantage of them?"

"good!"

After hesitating to put aside the question of "what wish to make in the future," he went across the courtyard to find two elderly people to stick on their wishes.

Richie still delivers food every day, but he no longer drops it off and runs away. Under Carla's careful guidance, he also begins to learn how to help Mrs. Mailer with her daily care. After Carla leaves, he pushes her out for a walk in the evening.

"Go to the left, the ground on the right is a bit bumpy."

“I know, it’s all because this lousy road is uneven,” Richie complained, but his movements slowed down even more.

Mrs. Mailer patted his hand as he pushed the wheelchair: "Good job pushing it, it's all the road's fault."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was jolted up and jumped.

"......"

Her condition continued to fluctuate, and she would occasionally forget the time or call people by the wrong names, but with familiar care, her emotions remained stable.

Whenever she started to get confused and called Richie Hope, the old man would angrily take out half a sheet of paper and read aloud the letters he had written to her years ago.

This trick always works. After repeating it a few times, the old lady, who was originally confused, would suddenly become dazed and call out his name.

"Little Richie."

"Just call him Richie, don't add any prefix."

Although he spoke gruffly, the look in his eyes when he looked at Mrs. Mailer was full of affection, as if time had turned back.

Although the Keona family returned to the other side of the ocean, the children made a promise with their grandmother before leaving: video calls would become a weekly routine.

Carla skillfully took care of Mrs. Mailer as usual, and also tacitly assisted the newcomer, Ritchie.

Later, she was even able to teach Richie how to cook a perfect seafood dish.

The future may still hold the shadows of illness, the sorrow of parting, and the fading of memories, but life will continue to be passed down through love.

Sensing that his journey in this world was nearing its end, he lingered on the beach, gazing at the sea as if it were his first time embarking on a new adventure.

The sunshine is so pleasant, let's bask in it a little longer.

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The wound on her front paw was glaringly obvious, and her heart softened. She let the other person follow her closely, avoiding the sight of others, and they stayed in her backyard.

Unlike other polar bears, this little polar bear is innocent and naive, and is very trusting and docile towards humans.

She would sneak out every day to secretly feed the animal, watching it gradually recover, and then one morning she would leave without saying goodbye.

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Indeed, adopting a polar bear cub is a pipe dream.

*

A strange young man with silver hair and blue eyes appeared in the small town, always following Lin Zhan at a distance.

"I have nowhere to go, Zhanzhan," the boy said, his voice as clear and innocent as newly melted snow. "Could you take me in for the time being?"

After meeting the other person, many strange things happened around Lin Zhan—

Every morning, there's always an amazing pile of fresh sea fish at the entrance, stacked into a small mountain.

Occasionally, a few innocent-looking seals will "faint" and lie flat in the backyard.

The big bully in town who always harassed her was beaten black and blue one night.

*

Until one cold snap in the dead of night, the heating stopped working.

Lin Zhan woke up in a suffocating warmth—

A giant beast held her tightly in its embrace, and those icy blue beast eyes, so close to hers, seemed to be those of the little polar bear she had rescued.

The other party froze, their icy blue eyes showing some helplessness, and immediately transformed back into human form.

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