Li Shiyi had seen all kinds of strange matters, but had never before raised a cat, and didn’t know how the small, snow-white ball that had coiled around her heels now laid at a distance, the ball of feathers and the dried fish both entirely lacking appeal; but that cat’s paws scratched one’s heart severely, causing one to both hurt and yearn, yet unwilling to let it be free. This cat was called “worry about personal gains and losses”. It had been raised by Song Shijiu, and been placed in Li Shiyi’s courtyard. The cat’s paws scratched late into the night, scratching til Li Shiyi abandoned three sheets of fine, xuan writing paper, [1] and only then did A Yin’s knocking open Song Shijiu’s door. She gazed at Song Shijiu’s hair, spilling over her back, which, its bun having been loosened, was faintly curly; in the past, when her hair was curly, it was like an elaborate toy figurine; she didn’t know if it was because losing weight had revealed the sharp angles, but unexpectedly, the few str...