(The new work "I am Ni Daye" is hotly uploaded, please look for the 17k first release, please support me) Since a long time ago, there will always be some scratches on my body, like cat scratches, long and thin.

I'm usually a carefree person and don't pay much attention to these things. But in the summer, when I accidentally see my exposed arms and legs, I still feel a little strange about where I got these long and thin cuts.

Later, the old wounds always got new ones before they healed, and even my mother noticed something strange about me. She always told me to slow down and be careful when I did something. A girl always has so many long and thin scars on her body.

nice.

I always agreed, but there was nothing I could do about it. I tried to avoid bumps and bumps, and tried to be careful, but those long and thin scars always stayed with me.

Later, I went to a friend's house to play. She had a very fat cat. I was playing with it. My friend smiled and said to me, you will like our cat. The tortoiseshell color is considered ugly by many people.

After raising them together, mine became an old cat. Then I sighed and said, yours is dead, maybe I can still mate.

I smiled and said nothing. A few years ago, we brought back two little kittens, one a tortoiseshell color and a small civet cat. I took the civet cat home. I was very careful with it, but in the end, it still died of illness.

I was sad for a while and never had a cat again. Every time I came to visit my friend’s tortoiseshell cat, I liked it very much, and it reminded me of the cats we had in the past.

The pain in my hand brought me back from my memories, and there was a long bloody mark from being scratched. I suddenly remembered that our cat used to love scratching people very much, and would often get into my bed, hold my arms or legs and then

Catch and bite.

Looking at the long blood marks on my hands, I was shocked. The scratch marks on my body were exactly where the cat we raised in the past liked to scratch.

I was lying on the quilt at night, pretending to be asleep. Late at night, there was a faint movement under the quilt, and then I felt something rubbing against my leg. I opened the quilt suddenly and found a new one on my leg.

Bloodstains, but nothing.

I knew it was it. It turned out that it had always been in my home and it had never harmed me.
Chapter completed!