Chapter 78 The Cat's Heart is Knitting a Sweater.

Jiang Yingxu couldn't say when he fell ill either.

She just started to feel disgusted by being touched by others, but when she was alone, she would have the urge to touch and hug them.

He took a rare day off and registered at the Department of Psychology at Ningcheng People's Hospital.

The doctor asked him about his past experiences, his perception of the environment, and his inner thoughts.

It was around that time that he learned the name of a condition that, strictly speaking, was not a mental illness—skin hunger.

The causes are very complex.

However, it is mostly related to a lack of parental care during childhood, insufficient physical contact and comfort, long-term emotional repression, and long-term neglect of physiological needs.

Jiang Yingxu listened in silence and nodded.

It's fine as long as it only flares up occasionally and causes mental distress, but doesn't affect daily life.

A life that is too busy and too tiring can sometimes erode some of our senses.

For at least the first two years, Jiang Yingxu's illness was not severe.

However, as life gradually became more comfortable, the year-after-year endurance and suppression reached their limit, and the three meals a day gradually became more normal.

And, an ideal, extremely desirable object of touch appears.

And it can no longer be ignored.

"..."

Jiang Yingxu finished speaking in a calm tone.

The bus came to a stop right in front of the No. 1 Middle School.

The students in front started to get restless. Before the bus even stopped, some people couldn't wait to stand up and squeezed together at the exit with their bags on their backs.

The door opened.

Like sheep released from their enclosure, they dispersed and surged into the crowd of parents who came to pick them up.

They kept calling out "Mom!" and "Dad!" asking me where my mom was.

The loud, overlapping sounds were carried into the car by the wind.

As the number of people on the bus dwindled, Reid stood up, his gaze subtly drifting over.

Jiang Yingxu lowered his eyes and released his hand.

The fingertip seemed reluctant to leave, and gently rubbed against it one last time.

Shi Miao was still thinking about what he said when the wind suddenly blew into her warm wrist, making even the hot early autumn wind feel a bit cool.

She subconsciously looked up.

Jiang Yingxu had already stood up with his bag, his long fingers resting lightly on the back of the chair in front of him as he looked down at her.

His expression was indifferent and calm, and the light shining from behind him blurred many details of his expression.

All that could be heard was that cold, deep, hoarse voice.

"This disease is incurable."

He said:

"Shi Miao, don't worry about me."

After Jiang Yingxu finished speaking, he slung his bag over his shoulder, got off the bus, walked to the side of the bus, and pulled out a large bag of clothes from the luggage compartment.

The bag is very heavy.

The veins on the back of his hand bulged as he walked towards the roadside, carrying the bag. The car's interior light mixed with the streetlights, softly draping over him.

When I turned around, I saw a small head peeking out from beside the small, clear glass window, and it suddenly shrank back.

Jiang Yingxu counted on his fingers and touched his pocket.

It contained the long hairs he had collected from his body and bed that night.

He's despicable.

Jiang Yingxu thought that he knew Shi Miao's personality and that she was kind and gentle, so he deliberately said that he was sick and what the cause was.

He told her to leave and not to come near.

But how could the kitten, having listened to him, bear not to approach him?

Jiang Yingxu was selfish and despicable, using every trick and means to beg for mercy and demand love.

Meow meow.

Vast and boundless.

Feel sorry for him.

-

A message from Jiang Yingxu popped up on my phone.

Judging by the time, he should have arrived home by now.

When Jiang Yingxu was on the roadside near the entrance of No. 1 Middle School, he was stopped by Lei De, who had gotten out of his car. Lei De grabbed the clothes from Jiang Yingxu's hand, put them in his car, and said he would take him home.

This was also the first time Shi Miao hadn't spent a night with Jiang Yingxu since coming to this world.

She lay on the roof, rolled over, and let the moonlight shine on her neatly groomed long hair.

The paw pad slapped the phone away.

Jiang Yingxu was extremely sincere in admitting his mistake, sending an apology message every now and then, saying that he shouldn't have kissed her belly without warning.

He then asked her where she was resting, whether she had arrived in Jiangcheng, and whether she wanted him to pick her up.

Shi Miao had been thinking in the car that she would accept it if Jiang Yingxu apologized again.

But now, when I look at a long text message, I can imagine the boy's low, gentle voice.

But this made Shi Miao irritably wag her tail.

When you ask her where she is or apologize to make her calm down, don't you talk a lot?

When it comes to themselves, they become like clams that cannot be pried open.

Out of sight, out of mind, the cat turned off its phone and poked at the system entity floating to the side with its paw.

[Unification.]

She called out, but didn't know what she wanted to say. Her chaotic thoughts and emotions were like a tangled ball of yarn with no end in sight, tangled and piling up in her heart.

The kitten paused for a moment, then listlessly drooped the tip of its tail.

My heart is knitting a sweater.

The system's data stream refreshed before it reacted.

My chaotic emotions are like a ball of yarn, with no discernible threads, like knitting a sweater.

This kitten's thought process is sometimes exceptionally quirky and interesting.

The system sighed and slowly floated down. [Are you feeling unwell?]

Shi Miao rested her chin on her paw and made a muffled "hmm".

The system was now in her grasp. [Why?]

Shi Miao paused for a moment: [What? Why?]

Cats must be feeling terrible.

Because of the difficult years Jiang Yingxu endured alone, and the aftereffects that followed.

Because Jiang Yingxu would not have a good ending later on.

He was utterly alone, from birth to death, except for the first few years, he lived in a lonely and dark abyss.

The kitten's eyes welled up with tears as she thought about it.

System: [Silly Cat.]

That's his fate, why are you so upset?

The kitten whimpered: "I feel sorry for him!"

The system shook helplessly, lightly bumping into the kitten's nose.

It still had that mechanical sound, but it sounded somewhat gentler.

Yes, you feel so sorry for him, Cat King.

Since you feel bad about it, just do what you want to do.

We can't let our Cat King be sad, can we?

-

The first day after the National Day holiday.

It takes a lot of courage to step into the school gate.

From the moment Jiang Yingxu entered the door, he heard desperate howls all the way.

A crisp white monthly exam schedule has been freshly posted on the bulletin board downstairs in the senior high school building. The exam room will be set up during the last free period this afternoon, and the exams will be held over the next two days.

Jiang Yingxu glanced at the time briefly and went upstairs.

Surprisingly, Shi Miao, who usually arrives right around the time of morning reading, was already sitting in her seat today.

Jiang Yingxu pulled out a chair.

It made a soft squeak.

But this startled the girl who was lying down, causing her to sit up abruptly. Her long, black hair fell lightly over her shoulders, and when she turned around, her profile was soft and fair in the morning light.

Her eyes were bright and moist, with amber-green irises that were clear and clean. They were especially adorable when she stared wide-eyed like a kitten.

"Jiang Yingxu".

Shi Miao called his name earnestly.

Jiang Yingxu's heart trembled slightly. He lifted his long eyelashes and gazed at her quietly, his thin lips slightly pursed, awaiting another verdict.

Under his focused gaze, the girl seemed to muster her courage, straightened her back, and her fair cheeks were tinged with a rosy hue from the sunlight.

"If it's difficult to cure."

She took a shallow breath, then suddenly reached out, across the desk, and grabbed Jiang Yingxu's hand, which was resting on the edge of the desk.

Her slender, white fingers were soft and clumsy due to nervousness. They slipped into his calloused palm and accidentally slipped between his fingers.

A sudden interlocking of fingers.

Shi Miao paused for a few seconds before continuing, albeit haltingly.

"Then I'll stay with you until you get treatment."