Chapter 188 She won't stop.

This was the first time the cat had ever cried.

Silly me, not knowing how to stop, I just felt my eyes getting hot, and tears just kept rolling down silently.

Her eyelashes fluttered, but she couldn't stop the tears from flowing.

His vision was extremely blurry; he couldn't even see the rice bowl in his hands.

Shi Miao subconsciously wanted to speak—

What to do, Jiang Yingxu?

His lips moved.

Then I saw an empty seat across from me.

Jiang Yingxu would not answer her.

So he silently finished the bowl of rice mixed with tears.

After feeding herself until she was full, Shi Miao transformed back into her original kitten form and retreated back to the master bedroom bed.

Jiang Yingxu had been gone for three days, and the smell on the bed had faded considerably, like morning dew under the rising sun, about to evaporate completely.

The kitten twitched its nose affectionately and sniffed gently.

Bury your face in the pillow, close your eyes, and curl up into a tight little cat ball.

She rested for a while.

Wait until you have regained your full energy.

She hobbled into the living room and took one last look at the photo on the coffee table.

This tiny photo booth picture is both retro and childish.

During that stroll, the brightly painted self-service photo booth on the street corner caught the eye of the clueless cat, who then dragged Jiang Yingxu inside.

The space inside the self-service machine was not large. Shi Miao tiptoed slightly, and Jiang Yingxu leaned down without making a sound. The two appeared side by side in the camera's view.

One second before the countdown ended, she deliberately bumped her head against Jiang Yingxu.

With a cracking sound.

It captured the moment when her mischievous eyebrows curved upwards, and the moment when Jiang Yingxu's long eyelashes lowered, casting a smiling gaze.

Jiang Yingxu took the photo, saying he liked it and wanted to keep it with him.

The cat clapped its paws triumphantly and said, "That's right, that's right. Take it with you, and the Cat King will bless you."

However, the originally clear surface was covered with indelible bloodstains, making most of the photo mottled.

Emergency responders said that Jiang Yingxu may have briefly regained consciousness while waiting for rescue.

I don't have the energy to do anything.

He could only slowly bend his fingers and put his hand into his pocket.

He clutched the photo he always carried with him tightly.

The pristine white back was smeared with sticky blood from fingertips, leaving a bloody mark, like a farewell made with all one's might.

Now, Shi Miao also pats that photo with her paw.

"Jiang Yingxu, you must wait for me."

A bright, silvery-white light gradually began to emerge from the small, round body of the calico cat, soft and light, shimmering in the air.

Yesterday afternoon, amidst thunder and lightning and stained with blood, this cat finally awakened her innate abilities.

time.

The silvery light shimmered and then gathered beneath her paw pads, no longer dissipating.

Eventually, it condenses into a small vortex entrance, through which one can glimpse the vast and ceaseless torrent of time within.

The vague memories of her past told the cat that she was too young and naive, and if she entered the time tunnel and failed to find the anchor point and escape in time, she would be annihilated.

That's terrifying.

But what world is more terrifying than Jiang Yingxu's?

Without hesitation, the kitten plunged in.

A sea of ​​vibrant white.

Countless fragments of time and space that have not yet been annihilated swept past me, flashing with landscapes from different times and the past of different people.

The kitten strained to mobilize the strange energy within its body, forming a thin protective barrier around itself.

The shared origins prevented her from being rejected by the time tunnel, but simply existing within it was already difficult.

The all-encompassing, all-devouring torrent sweeps by, yet even through the fragile, cocoon-like protection, it clearly cuts through the soul.

Jiang Yingxu had long doted on this cat, spoiling it rotten.

If he bumps or bruises himself anywhere, he would run over to point it out to Jiang Yingxu, have someone blow on it and coax him, and then snatch away some crispy dried fish.

At this moment, he gritted his teeth, endured the churning pain in his body, and struggled to take a step forward against the torrent, falling into another dimension following a faint sense.

After a dizzying, weightless fall, she landed on the cold tile floor.

The kitten nervously opened its eyes and saw a large, single-level apartment that looked like a show flat.

It's home!

Although the cat's various supplies haven't been added yet, and the color scheme is still that lifeless black, white, and gray, the cat recognized it at a glance as their home.

Before the kitten could even feel happy, it heard the smart lock at the door beeping.

A young man, holding a cell phone and with a pale face, pushed open the door.

He said to the person on the other end of the phone, "I just arrived at President Jiang's house... Is it really impossible to save him?"

"Then... I don't need to pack my things and go to the hospital?"

I don't know what was said on the other end of the phone.

The young man looked puzzled and regretful. "How could there be a landslide? President Jiang is still so young... wait a minute?"

Yu Guangzhong, it seems, flashed by a touch of rich, vibrant color.

The boy looked up in surprise, his gaze sweeping across the room, only to see the same empty, clean, and cold living room as always.

"It's nothing, I think I'm seeing things. I saw a cat at President Jiang's house."

After saying that, even he himself found it absurd.

“I know, how could President Jiang possibly keep a cat?”

"..."

The kitten hid on the side of the sofa, twitching its ears in confusion.

Did I look for the wrong one?

This timeline seems too late.

The cat king never gave up. He slammed his paw pads on the ground, and the second time, his leap into the time tunnel was even more skillful.

But to Shi Miao's surprise, when she stumbled into several time points and looked up with hope, she always learned from different people that Jiang Yingxu had already met with an accident.

Cruise ship runs aground.

Landslide.

The bridge deck is broken.

The plane crashed.

Various ways of dying, both familiar and unfamiliar, are being performed one after another.

It seemed as if some kind of destiny was pulling Jiang Yingxu toward death.

She tried her best to catch up, but she was always a step too late.

The kitten is very tired.

A faint, sweet, tingling taste rose in my throat; it was the wounds of my soul beginning to take effect on my body, and my limbs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

But she only glanced at the photos from the funeral.

He turned around and, without looking back, continued back into the time tunnel.

She won't stop.

After going through these stages, Shi Miao had a vague guess in her mind—

Is it because she always lingered around this time that she saw Jiang Yingxu, who was on the same timeline and destined to die?

If we go a little further forward...

The silvery-white protective layer swayed and flickered in the torrent, its light shimmering as if it were about to shatter at any moment.

The kitten raised its head, looked into the distance of the passage, and struggled to take its first steps, moving its paws against the current.

First, they walked.

Step by step.

Extreme pain breeds a churning resentment.

Why treat him like this?

Why is it that in every time and space, the only outcome is death?

A tiny, fluffy figure resisted the tearing pain, its pointed ears pressed back against its head, and a threatening low growl came from its throat.

She suddenly took a step forward and started running, even though she was suddenly under a hundred times the pressure, even though every breath was so heavy that it was tinged with blood.

Another faint sensation.

The cat used all its strength to pounce and crash into that spot.

The immense pressure suddenly disappeared, leaving the cat in a brief daze.

As her consciousness slowly returned, she swallowed hard, her throat tinged with the metallic taste of blood, and looked up.

The blurred vision was restored to clarity.

They met a pair of bright, dark eyes.

A child's tender voice, filled with joy, rang out.

"Mom, she's awake."