The man opened his eyes, leaned down slightly, and gently patted the little cat on its head.
At that moment, his usually indifferent expression softened, his gaze tender, blending seamlessly with the gentle breeze.
Si Fuqing watched him, and a phrase suddenly popped into her mind.
Having seen the vast world, he still cherishes the simple green of grass and trees.
Yu Xiheng was such a person.
He carried the weight of duty to his country and people on his shoulders, yet also held the tranquility of the breeze and the moon.
As if sensing her gaze, he patted the cat's head again. "Go."
The little cat obediently walked towards Si Fuqing, jumped onto her lap, and rubbed against her.
"Wow, so cute." Si Fuqing hugged the cat tightly. "Is it for me?"
"You can have it keep you company for a while," Yu Xiheng smiled. "If you want to keep it, you can."
Little Bai, baring its teeth, growled at the cat in discontent.
