"Yeah, I never knew that a person could live like that, just like… a child but with… a matured woman's body. She's just like the sun and I'm just like… like…"
"A cat." Zhan Mingwei finished his sentence. "Chuyi, in my heart, you're just like a cat. Cats like to walk in the dark. They may look elegant, restrained, proud and lonely, but they're actually a little willful."
Song Chuyi was dumbfounded when he heard that. It was the first time he was described as a cat by his friend. He didn't know what to feel, but it seemed a little true. "Am I willful?"