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nHellos sorries for the delay guys, ** happened :’)

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nWhen he woke up early the next morning, Qi Jing could feel his head throbbing slightly in pain. Glancing at the alarm clock, he realised he’s only had four hours of sleep.

nEven though he had clearly wanted to sleep until it was time to get up for work, he couldn’t fall back asleep despite tossing and turning around in bed. So he decided to get out of bed to get himself a cup of water.

nHe was running a slight fever.

nHe had probably caught a cold from sleeping on the sofa for two hours yesterday when the jacket he had used to cover himself had somehow slipped onto the floor at some point.

nQi Jing was rather averse to taking medicine. And that’s because his body reacted strongly to Western medication. The effects usually made him weak for the entire day, constantly on the verge of dozing off. Hence, he would normally avoid taking them unless he was seriously ill. When met with low fevers like such, he would often just endure it and wait for it to pass.

nAt this time, the community is still immersed in the tranquility of the morning. The pale faint white light that shone in from the windows was unable to warm up the room.

nA person running a fever was very sensitive to the cold. He had just gone to the kitchen to get himself a cup of water but after finishing his drink, his extremities were already trembling from the cold that washed over his whole body. Qi Jing had no choice but to burrow back under the covers.

n“I have to gather information in the morning, do an interview with the Department of Transportation in the west of the city in the afternoon, produce the Mid-Autumn Special in the evening…”

nHe mumbled his schedule for the day.

nAlthough this quiet pocket of time before work was prime time for recording, Qi Jing couldn’t find it in him to do that today. He simply lied in bed with his eyes wide open.

nHe took out his phone, opened his messages, and typed in the words “I’m sick”. Then, he stared blankly at the list of contacts.

nHe couldn’t think of anyone to send it to—

nThe Director? He’d probably think that it’s just an excuse to skip work.

nMy colleagues? They’d probably complain about having one less person to help with the workload today.

nMy junior? She’s probably still asleep at the moment. Even if she receives a text message, she will definitely give a reply like “See? This is karma for not listening to me when I tell you to take care of your health normally hahaha.”

nThe doctor? Unfortunately, I am not a cat.

nQi Jing froze for a moment when that last thought crossed his mind before hurriedly shaking it out of his head. Generally speaking one should be thinking of a regular doctor, shouldn’t they?

nAh, my brain is fried from the fever, it’s fried…

nQi Jing started muttering to himself, his brows furrowing together as he got ready to wash up and find something to fill his stomach before heading for work.

nWhenever a holiday approaches, the TV station virtually becomes a war zone—all the various departments were busy as a bee.

nEspecially when there’s the Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day happening back-to-back. The entire province was bustling with all kinds of activity, leading to the interview team being virtually stuck in a perpetual state of being away on business trips.

nHowever, the director probably felt sorry for Qi Jing who’s had too many business trips. This time, he deliberately arranged for the latter to have several interviews located within the city as a form of compensation. And Qi Jing could finally find some slight comfort in that.

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n“You’re sick?” A colleague finally noticed that something was off, seeing Qi Jing reach out to feel his forehead for the umpteenth time.

n“I have a slight fever, but it’s nothing.”

nQi Jing had a large glass of water with some salt added to it on his desk. He wanted to keep his body properly hydrated and his body temperature down in the morning when he didn’t have to run out for interviews.

n“Why don’t you get someone to take your place for the interview with the Department of Transportation in the afternoon? It’s windy out there today, better not run the risk of worsening the cold.”

n“Who would be free at a time like this? Everyone has their work arrangements, I can’t mess it up because of me,” Qi Jing politely declined his colleague’s kind offer with a smile, “I’ll get these files done as soon as possible, then I can take a nap during lunch break to recuperate.”

nJust as he was about to get back to his mountain of work, the director sauntered into the office with a cup of tea in hand, and announced, mimicking the tone of a newspaper boy selling newspapers on TV, “Extra! Extra! The Mid-Autumn Mooncake gift boxes that the station ordered have arrived in the mailroom! Everyone remember to pick one up before going off today!”

nIt was the Tv station’s practice to give out mooncakes in advance, before the Mid-Autumn Festival.

nAccording to a well-informed source, the vendor chosen this year was very good, the packaging was exquisite and the contents were good value for money.

nHearing the director’s words, some of Qi Jing’s more impatient colleagues immediately left the matters they had on hand for the mooncakes.

nThe atmosphere in the office instantly became lively for a while, everyone was in a hubbub, excitedly discussing their favourite mooncake fillings. Qi Jing too, cheerily engaged in their chatter as he typed away on his computer.

n“Qi Jing, here’s your share.” A colleague had heard that he was unwell and graciously brought his share back for him.

n“Oh, thanks so much,” Qi Jing said and received it with a smile.

nThe packaging of the mooncake gift box had a vintage design, with light grey as the background, it was a lightly painted Chinese court style painting of a lotus pond and a full moon hanging over it. The name of the brand was also written in Chinese calligraphy.

nOther than that, the gift box also came with a silver-coloured high-end gift bag, so it appeared that the unit is really generous this year.

n“By the way, Qi Jing, the person at the mailroom said that there was a letter addressed to you so I brought it along as well,” as he spoke, that colleague took out a number three envelope that was slightly larger than a normal envelope and placed it in front of Qi Jing.

n“A letter for me?” Qi Jing was slightly surprised.

nWhen he cast a sweeping glance at the letter, his eyes froze when they landed on the words “Veterinary Hospital”.

nThis was an envelope specially used by hospitals. Besides the name and address printed at the top, there was a pink cat paw print which was the logo of this hospital.

nUnder the recipient’s place, his name was neatly written with a pen, while the sender wasn’t written, probably because it was already printed at the top.

nAfter three seconds of hesitation, Qi Jing carefully opened the envelope with his letter opener, only to find that there was yet another letter inside.

nThe envelope inside was slightly smaller and had a layer of plastic wrapping over the exterior. Looking at the size and style, it should be a card.

nQi Jing kept calm and opened the second envelope.

nSure enough, it was a card. The size of the card was relatively large compared to the ones sold in the market, and the workmanship was also pretty exquisite. In the front was a print of realistically drawn fluffy kitties. The brushstrokes were so detailed, every strand of fur was drawn on one by one, it looked so lifelike like the cats were about to pounce right out of the paper.

n“Kuku.” Qi Jing felt his mood ease up a lot and the corner of his lips curled up when he saw that image.

nHowever, the moment he opened the card, he was stunned momentarily.

nThere were cat paw prints in the card as well, but these were real. These were made by dipping the cat’s paws in soluble pigment and stamping it on the card. He counted them and there were a total of sixteen, all arranged in chronological order.

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nBeside each paw print was an entry neatly written in pen.

n“Local special, Cage No. 14, discharged on August 22nd, adopted.”

n“Tabby cat, Cage No. 6, discharged on August 24th, adopted.”

n“Siamese cat, Cage No. 31, discharged on September 5th, adopted.”

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nAnd many more.

nIt appeared that each paw print was stamped on the card when they were officially discharged.

nIn other words, the card had at least one month in the making.

nThe postmark on the envelope was yesterday afternoon, and he remembered that the last kitten mentioned in the card had been dropped off yesterday morning, so the card had been finished around that time as well.

nSome of the paw prints looked a little wonky, probably because of the little ones moving around, there were also some that were crooked and didn’t look like anything.

nEven so, he was so happy.

nQi Jing couldn’t help but gently press his finger against his lips to hold back any sound that was on the verge of escaping his lips. He turned his back to his colleague and gently stroked those tiny, colorful paw prints with his fingertips.

nWhat do I do, I’m so happy—

nThat was the first time he had received such a unique gift and he was over the moon.

nThe card ended off with a message written with the same pen and handwriting:

n“To Mr. Qi,

nBefore we met you, we could’ve never imagined that we would be able to find new homes for the little ones so smoothly, and receive so much help from passionate individuals during that time. The aftermath that we had a hard time dealing with before was made a lot easier with your suggestions. Thank you for your feature report, thank you for taking the time to patiently reply to my emails every time, and thank you for incorporating them into a post on the forum. Thank you.”

nThen starting with a new paragraph.

n“This card is a little personal token in hopes that I can express the deep gratitude I have in my heart for you through these little ones.”

nAnd with that, he concluded the letter. Unlike the previous emails they shared, this time, he did not sign off with the hospital but with the name of a person.

n—Shen Yan.

nLike the context of the text, his handwriting had similar comeliness.

nQi Jing took a deep breath and stared at the card for a few more minutes before suddenly closing it and putting it back into the envelope. Then, he turned back to his computer and started typing rapidly.

nThe work of sorting out the information was tedious and lengthy. Moreover, since he was unwell, it could already be considered efficient for him to complete it before lunch break and actually take a break.

nAnd yet, he had completed all the scheduled work ahead of schedule just after 11 AM.

nHe saved the files, organised them, and sent them out.

nAfter finishing up with the finishing touches in one breath, he picked up his mooncake gift box, informed his colleagues, and got ready to leave.

n“I’m done with my work for the morning, so I’ll be leaving for a bit. I’ll be back before the interview in the afternoon.” Qi Jing’s speech was as hurried as his steps.

n“Eh? Didn’t you say you were going to take a good rest and recuperate during lunch break?” His colleague was pretty surprised by the change.

n“I’m heading out to give something,” Qi Jing said briefly.

nBefore, as it was for work matters, he could just hitch a ride from the office, but now, since it was for personal matters, he couldn’t request for a ride and could only take the subway and bus on his own. Even if he left early, he would have to give up his lunch break on traveling to and fro.

nDue to the need for changing between the train and bus, it took over an hour to travel from the city centre to the north of the city, where the hospital was located.

nWhen Qi Jing arrived at the place, the hospital also happened to be on lunch break.

n“Oh, Reporter Comrade, why have you dropped by today?” Ms. Pang had completely dropped any qualms she had about him and greeted him warmly as an old friend.

nShe was just about to enter the nurses’ lounge with food that she had just heated up when she bumped into Qi Jing, who was hurrying down the corridor, so she called out to him in surprise and delight.

nQi Jing quickly stopped in his tracks and politely responded to her with a smile, “Good day to you, Sister Pang.”

n“Good good good,” Ms. Pang beamed as she excitedly told him the good news, though this was news he had already known, “By the way, Reporter Comrade, the last cat had also successfully completed the adoption procedures yesterday and was picked up by its new owner.”

n“That’s great.”

nQi Jing put up a smile and accompanied her for a bit before his smile faltered and his throat started to feel a little dry.

nHe had to clear his throat before continuing, “Erhm… Is Dr. Shen in? I have something for him.”

n“Yes, but he should be having his break at this time.” Then, Ms. Pang gave him directions to the doctor’s lounge on the second floor to look for the man.

n“Alright.” Qi Jing heaved a small sigh of relief when he heard that that person was in and immediately headed for the stairs.

nThe second floor was where the wards and the labs were, and also where the vets usually rested so it was much quieter than the first floor.

nAfter walking up to the second floor, Qi Jing followed the signs and walked down the hallway. Along the way, he didn’t really meet anyone; the nurses probably went out to have lunch. As the hustle and bustle of the traffic outside the hospital gradually faded away, his footsteps slowly lightened as well, trying his best not to disrupt the rare silence in here.

nThe doctor’s lounge was at the end of the corridor.

nAnd further back, Wutong trees could be seen beyond the window. The leaves were half green, half yellow, not completely wilted, and gave off the cool refreshing scent of autumn.

nQi Jing had not heard a single sound since a while ago that made him a little worried. Could that person have gone out to eat too?

nWith a little nervousness, he came to the door of the lounge.

nThe door was slightly ajar. And just before his hand knocked on the door, Qi Jing took a cautious peek inside. Taken aback by what he just saw, he promptly put his raised hand back down.

nThe curtains in the lounge, like the door, were slightly ajar, leaving only a slit to let in a tiny amount of light.

nThere was a desk and a chair in a room of only roughly ten square metres and the rest of the space was taken by a sofa.

nThat man rested his head on the arm of the sofa, He appeared to have maintained this position for quite some time.

n—So he was taking a nap, huh.

nNo wonder there wasn’t any sound at all. Qi Jing was somewhat glad he didn’t knock on the door and wake him.

nJust then, a gust of wind came in from the window at the end of the corridor. It was neither strong nor weak, just enough to sway the leaves of the Wutong tree and also open the slightly ajar door a little more. There was now just enough space for a person to pass through.

nAs if it was a silent prompt.

nQi Jing stood blankly while facing the open door for a while. As expected… it’s better to deliver the item to the person rather than leaving it at the door, wasn’t it?

nThen, with that thought in mind, he quietly stepped into the room.

nHe thought the room was completely silent when he was standing at the door, but now that he was inside, he found that there was still some sound—the faint sound of steady breathing that followed the rise and fall of that man’s chest—lightly passing through the air and into his ears.

nThis time the other party wasn’t wearing a mask, so not only could Qi Jing hear him clearly, he could also see him.

nSo that’s how he looks like…

nQi Jing lowered his head slightly to observe that man’s face. He appeared to be sleeping very peacefully. He had straight brows and when a thin ray of light was cast on his face, under such low light conditions, it gave the outline of his facial features a rigid and cold appearance. However, the air that he radiated was very soft, like a clear stream rushing past a hard rock. Although his eyes were closed, Qi Jing was able to fill in the pieces based on his memory of the other party’s eyes.

nThank goodness his eyes weren’t open.

nSince Qi Jing didn’t know what kind of eyes he was gazing at the other with right now, nor did he know what got into him to reach out a hand and gently move aside a lock of hair that had fallen in front of his forehead.

nPlease don’t open your eyes.

nIt’d be bad if you do.

n“Meow.”

nAll of a sudden, a soft meow could be heard nearby.

nQi Jing jumped at the sound and quickly retracted his fingers. Holding his breath, he looked to the source of the sound—a small, furry head emerged from under the blanket that was covering that person.

nIt’s a cat.

nSo that blanket was not for himself but to keep the cat warm. That little fella was probably being mischievous and needed his constant care, so they took a nap together during lunch break.

nQi Jing dare not move a single muscle.

nHe had even forgotten how to breathe as he watched the cat’s next move while holding his breath, for fear that it would roll over and wake the man.

nFortunately, the little guy seemed to still be relatively weak as it closed its eyes once more after staring curiously at Qi Jing with its big, shiny black eyes for a while. It then rubbed its head against the doctor’s button-down shirt, pressed its puffy paw pads against his chest, and went back to sleep after getting all nice and cosy.

nQi Jing could feel himself breaking out in a cold sweat in this mere matter of seconds.

nHis heart was pounding so violently it felt like it was about to burst out of his chest. Probably because he got such a shock, his fever seemed to have worsened.

nQi Jing stood rooted in his place and soft laughter couldn’t help but escape his lips when he finally managed to calm himself down. Seeing the image in front of him, he couldn’t stop his mind from thinking of ‘A portrait of father and child’.

nThe pictures of the kittens in the emails from before were all taken while they were asleep but the doctor himself was never in the shot. It was a rare sight to see a human and a cat snuggling together for a nap. Just as rare as… his subconscious action just now that clearly overstepped the boundaries.

nQi Jing moved the hand on his lips and gently patted his face to get his expression back in order, but one could still see the faint smile in his eyes. Without making a sound, he took the phone out of his shirt pocket and opened the camera app. So as not to wake the other party, he disabled the auto flash option and adjusted the brightness with the help of the subtle glow of light shining into the room. Then, with a press of a button, the screen on the phone flashed lightly and the perfect composition had been captured.

nHe knew that one couldn’t take that step forward for certain things.

nSo it was nice to keep a memento of himself before he walked away.

n“Yeah, that’s just what it is.” Qi Jing sighed and chuckled to himself after saving the moment he captured.

nHe calmly put his phone away and put down the mooncake gift box he had been carrying in his other hand, not noticing that the tassel cord of the gift bag had left a deep mark in his palm.

nPulling out the notepad he always carried on his person, he flipped passed the three pages that had once recorded phrases to describe that man and tore out a few blank ones.

n“Sorry, I didn’t have time to prepare a card,” he muttered while walking over to the desk to pen down his reply.

nOnce he was done with that, he quietly placed the pieces of paper filled with his handwritten response in front of the man. The cat seemed to have sensed something, stretched out its paw, and happened to press it right against the edge of the paper. Qi Jing smiled and mouthed the words ‘thank you’ to the little guy waving his hand to say goodbye.

nThe cat looked at him blankly, eyes hazy with sleepiness, before falling back asleep without a care.

nMeanwhile, he had already straightened himself up. He stood there for another minute or so, tilting his head to the left and running his left hand through the messy bits of hair around his ear.

nAs I thought, you really won’t be able to figure out the true temperature of a person running a fever.

nAs long as the fever subsides, I will naturally cool down—

nQi Jing lowered his eyes and turned his head away. He quietly walked out of the room, not forgetting to politely close the door behind him.

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/N: Qi Jing’s special skill in the 3D world is promptly exterminating the first signs of something off sprouting the moment he notices them.

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