250 Sol Three Hundred and Forty-Two, It is Home

Tomcat didn't move.

Tang Yue didn't move either.

The cat and man lay on the ground for a very long time.

"Tomcat?" Tang Yue tried hard to turn his head to see if Tomcat was dead.

"Hehehehahahaha…" Tomcat laughed on the sand as its body shook. "Tang Yue, weren't you convinced that I was the one who wrote that letter? Didn't you believe that this was something I cooked up? That it was a farce I designed? That it was done to extend your life?"

Tang Yue was taken aback.

"Yes."

"I'm sorry to disappoint you. It's really regretful. What a shame. I'm telling you, Tang Yue. This time… you were wrong! Especially wrong!" Tomcat shook its head as it laughed with gritted teeth. It then reached out its paw.

In the darkness, it had touched a ladder.

…

"One! Two! Three—! Put some strength into it! Go on up!"

Tomcat pushed Tang Yue up the accommodation ladder with all its might.