Sweet daily life of Little Tanuki and Qin Che in Love and Deep Space

He walked to the window, raised his hand, and wrote your name stroke by stroke on a height you couldn't reach.

"See, this way you can't wipe it off, and no one else can." He turned slightly and pulled you into his arms. "Trust me, I will always find you..."

You hugged him tightly, as if trying your best to understand Qin Che's words and feel the warmth he brought you.

"Ding dong."

The doorbell broke the silence. Qin Che patted your head and said softly, "Okay, the takeout is here. You don't have to be stuck in the wheelchair anymore. By the way, that bed hasn't been slept in for a long time. It still needs to be cleaned and the new sheets put on."

You wiped your face, which was buried in his chest, vigorously on his clothes a couple of times, then looked up, sniffed softly, and said, "Hmm, what color sheets did you buy? Not black again, are they?"

"It has a kitten pattern."

"Ah! I want to see if it's cute..."

That's good. I have something to do now, so I don't have time to overthink things.

......

As the night passed, the torrential rain finally stopped, and the sunlight broke free from the clouds, pouring in through the windows and weaving dappled golden nets on the floor.

You gaze at the bright light, yet feel an emptiness within.

The clock on the wall pointed steadily to nine o'clock. There were still two long hours before Qin Che's private plane took off and returned to Lin Kong.

You slump onto the soft sofa, absentmindedly fiddling with a chess set on the coffee table, a sense of unease rising within you.

"They said they'd be back in a little while, but it's taken them so long!! I wonder what they were doing all morning..."

You muttered a quiet complaint to yourself, your words fading into the silent air.

"Sigh..." You sighed heavily for the ninth time...

I can't help but worry that he might have run into some trouble, or that he simply doesn't want to take you with him.

Before you knew it, you walked to the windowsill and looked up at the window where Qin Che had written your name yesterday.

The writing on the glass had long been washed away by the rain.

As her fingertips gently traced the cold glass, recalling the look in his eyes at that moment, her heart skipped a beat.

"Couldn't even keep them for one night...?"

You raised your hand and gently patted your cheek, laughing at yourself for starting to feel inexplicably anxious again.

But the empty room and the ticking clock seem to constantly remind you that Qin Che is not here.

"What are you daydreaming about? Want to play?"

A familiar, clear male voice rang out.

You look up in surprise and see Qin Che standing in front of you, holding a Jenga box.

"Qin Che!"

You jump up and reach out to hug him tightly.

If Qin Che hadn't already gotten used to you always doing this to him...

If he hadn't managed to steady himself during that lunge, you two might have both fallen.

"What's wrong? You've only been gone a short while, and you already miss me this much?"

You look up at him: "Yeah! I missed you so much! Do you know how long you've been gone!"

"Oh? How long?" Qin Che asked, patting your head that was buried in his chest.

You glanced at your watch and complained fiercely, "One hour and twenty-eight minutes!"

"So precise..." Qin Che chuckled, pinching your puffed-up cheek with a hint of helplessness.