The habit of sleeping with his mother had left an indelible mark deep in his bones.
He would clutch tightly to anything he cherished, whether it was people or things, never letting go easily.
Yet, even though he held on as tightly as he could, guarded as staunchly as he did, his mother still passed away.
As a child, he thought, perhaps it was because he didn't grip his mother's arm firmly enough, or that he didn't spend enough time with her, that he couldn't protect her.
When Jiayi disappeared into G City, becoming merely a shadow in his world all of a sudden, that feeling from his mother's death came rushing back.
However, the little person in his arms would definitely not end up like his mother.
His little wild cat had finally come back.
...
Night, after an indeterminate amount of time, the cries of the night birds outside the window grew weaker and weaker.
