That day, I was strolling through an unfamiliar city, lost among the tall buildings. The cold air penetrated into every slit of my clothes, making me feel cold to the bone. And just as I was immersed in loneliness, an orange kitten broke into my sight. It is slender and nimble, and its fur is as bright as an orange. The pair of upturned ears stood vigilantly above their heads, and their tails brushed the ground with a hint of graceful curves. I couldn't help but stop and look at this orange cat from afar, as if I had found a bright color of life in this lonely city.
The orange cat stopped on a rock on the side of the road and looked down to sniff the ground. Sunlight shines through the clouds, making its orange fur appear brighter, as if it have been polished amber. A trace of warmth welled up in my heart, as if at this moment, time was made gentle and tolerant by the presence of the orange cat. I slowly crouched down, trying to establish a tacit connection with the orange cat. The orange cat raised its head, the green light in its eyes flashing, full of curiosity and alertness. However, instead of running away, it walked leisurely to my side and wiped the back of my hand with its soft fur. It feels like a delicate cloud, warm and comfortable.
We faced each other in silence in that corner, as if time had frozen in this moment. The orange cat appears quiet and deep, and its eyes reveal an ancient wisdom. Perhaps, it has walked through the streets and alleys of many cities and seen countless people, and at this moment, it chooses to stop by my side and share this peace. Suddenly, the orange cat let out a soft meow, as if to say goodbye. I looked at its back as it faded away, and an inexplicable emotion surged in my heart. Perhaps, this orange cat is just a glimpse of scenery in my life, but in this brief encounter, it brings me warmth and tranquility.
I continued on my way, and when I looked back, the orange cat had disappeared into the streets. Its presence was like a beautiful interlude, gently passing through my life, leaving a faint touch of orange. In this strange city, I felt a kind of silent companionship, as if an orange cat was always by my side, quietly guarding this lonely and beautiful time. Documenting my romantic life