The day Gu Chuan broke up with the campus beauty, he found a cat.
A clingy little kitten with pure white fur.
Its eyes were a soft crystalline blue—clear, intelligent, as if understanding human emotions.
From the moment it saw Gu Chuan, it quietly followed him, trembling with nervous excitement.
Sometimes it let out soft, lonely "meows," clearly craving his attention.
Its fluffy tail swayed gently back and forth.
Though tail-wagging usually signals feline irritation, for this little white cat, it meant pure joy.
Gu Chuan wasn’t ready for a pet.
But he opened the door—and the kitten happily trotted in, instantly making itself at home. It curled into a fluffy snowball on the sofa.
Just like that, he had a pet.
He named her Xuechun.
Yet what followed was no ordinary, cozy daily life.
Strange things began swirling around Gu Chuan ever since he brought the kitten home.
First, the unwashed clothes he’d changed out of—returned from school to find them neatly hung, sun-dried in the evening glow.
Leaning close, he caught the faint lavender scent of detergent.
Then, every dawn, steaming bowls of congee and light breakfasts appeared on the table. Warm steam rose, soothing and homey.
And whenever Gu Chuan played dating sims alone—each time he advanced with the heroine—a chilly presence would brush his spine.
He’d turn… only to see a kitten elegantly licking her paws.
Catching his gaze, she’d tilt her head with a "What mischief could a little kitten possibly have?" expression and let out a questioning *meow*.
(Though oddly, this never happened while playing *Nekopara*.)
Was this normal? Or still… not?
Gu Chuan once blamed his distant half-sister’s secret kindness.
But evidence proved she had a solid alibi.
After another morning of soy milk, youtiao, and warm congee, he resolved to confront the mysterious "homemaker."
…It couldn’t possibly be Xuechun!
That night, he pretended to stay up late on homework, yawning dramatically.
After washing up, he changed into pajamas and "fell asleep" the moment his head touched the pillow.
Midnight: Xuechun hopped onto his legs and began kneading.
She played gleefully—kneading is affection, yes, but *at night*…
Thankfully, she soon tired. Padding softly on pink paw pads, she curled between his slightly parted legs on the quilt, eyes half-lidded, drifting into comfort.
So far, all normal.
Another person might’ve surrendered to sleep.
But Gu Chuan? He’d watched snowfall all night with his sister. Waited seven days for cherry blossoms with a demanding ex.
One night of feigned sleep? Trivial.
Time crept by.
He felt Xuechun’s tail gently swaying against his leg.
She stood, arched into a graceful U-shape, stretched—and began kneading again. She never grew tired of it.
But this time…
Gu Chuan: …
Gu Chuan: …?
Gu Chuan: !!?
*Xuechun! What exactly are you kneading?!*
Miraculously, Gu Chuan held his composure—no twitch, no sound.
The first half of the night passed in quiet tension.
At last, Xuechun curled into a true sleeping ball beside his arm, closest to his heart.
To Gu Chuan, the fake-sleep night stretched endlessly.
Around 5 a.m.—movement.
From the warmed spot beside his arm, the kitten rose. Soft paw pads whispered across sheets. Only a faint *thud* as she leaped to the floor.
In the dark, Gu Chuan’s eyelid twitched.
Silence—then the hum of kitchen appliances.
*Making congee… soy milk… for me?*
*Xuechun…?*
Sleep vanished. He slipped out of bed. Spring chill clung to the air; he pulled his pajamas tight.
*Whoever you are—I’ll find you.*
Yet his mind raced: *No… could it really be…?*
*Why is my first thought—reproductive isolation?!*
*Uninstall those catgirl dating games TONIGHT. Corrupting youth!*
Following the dawn’s faint glow, he reached the kitchen doorway.
Door open. Scene visible.
His breath caught.
A petite, snow-white figure moved barefoot with joyful ease—making breakfast felt like bliss, not duty.
Her ears twitched; one tilted deliberately toward him.
*She knew. She’s always known.*
Just like when she was a cat.
She stayed silent. Only her smooth back visible—and from the base of her spine, a long, fluffy tail swayed gently, harmonizing with her petite, softly curved form.
Swaying… swaying…
She wore only his kitchen apron.
Too large for her—hem dragging the floor, the thin fabric hinting at her small, perky chest beneath.
*Does it chafe?*
Seeing he was noticed, Gu Chuan stepped forward, heart pounding.
Yes—*his* Xuechun. His pet cat.
Now a breathtaking girl with snow-white hair and crystalline blue eyes, diligently preparing his warm morning meal.
A miracle blooming in cold reality.
Her tail swayed wider—just like the kitten she was.
Happy. Because her master was watching.
"Xuechun…"
He whispered, voice unsteady.
"Meow~"
A light, joyful sound.
As if sealing a lifetime.
