The fortune teller accurately described my current situation, leaving me somewhat at a loss.
Is it really possible to achieve this level of insight just by observation?
So this must be what they call mind reading.
The distrust I had earlier gradually faded away, and with some hesitation, I took out my phone.
After swiping to unlock the screen, it displayed Gu Fan’s contact page.
What exactly was I worried about?
Recalling the scenes I’d witnessed in the classroom a few days ago, the most burning desire was to block out all the gazes that lingered around Gu Fan, allowing him to feel only my presence.
“If you trust me…”
“What?”
“I know some hypnosis techniques that can help you push away distracting thoughts, activate the deep source of strength hidden in your heart, and regain fearless courage. Interested? This session is included in the fee you just paid, so you’re basically getting it for free.”
The catgirl in a simple black robe was much taller than me, so she only had to lower her head slightly to see what I was looking at on my phone.
She planted a wooden stick steadily on the floor, as if she had cast a balance spell on it—the cold winter wind blowing through the corridor couldn’t budge the slender rod at all.
Before I could even marvel at the fortune teller’s mastery of balance, she pulled out a folded cloth stool from the leather bag hanging at her waist and opened it, placing it in front of me.
“Here, sit down. It’s easier to enter a deep hypnotic state with some support beneath you.”
“…Is that so?”
Looking at the old-fashioned folding stool, stained with dust and paint splatters, I hesitated for a moment.
Then I thought about how I’d been wearing these black tights for several days straight—compared to how dirty those are, maybe this stool isn’t so bad after all.
Reassured by that thought, I rolled up my skirt and sat on the folding stool.
Just as I was about to put my phone back into my skirt pocket, the fortune teller suddenly raised her hand to stop me.
“Electronic devices like phones shouldn’t be kept so close to your body.”
“Then where should I put it?”
“Here.”
She tilted her finger slightly toward her bag, then, as if realizing that wasn’t appropriate, she quickly made her finger snake around and gently placed it on the folds of my skirt, which I was holding down with both hands.
Because the catgirl’s physiology was rather special, even though I rarely exercised, the muscles in my legs were much more developed than an average girl’s, easily enough to hold this small phone.
The fortune teller’s every action gave off a careless, unreliable vibe, but I wasn’t sure if my intuition was correct.
After all, I had little experience and almost no worldly knowledge; I hadn’t even left this small town much, so how could I be confident that this feeling of “unreliability” was wrong?
“If you feel too resistant, you can always leave. But the hundred yuan you gave can’t be refunded.”
Sensing my inner hesitation, the fortune teller reminded me.
Thinking of it as a way not to waste that hundred yuan, I decided to really see if hypnosis could change my stubborn nature this time.
With that encouragement, I followed the fortune teller’s instructions, turned off my phone screen and put it away, took a deep breath, and slowly closed my eyes.
“Put yourself in this situation: imagine that three days from now, you will leave this world in a special way forever. During the time you have left, who would you want to spend it with?”
Unlike the lengthy guiding words I’d imagined a hypnotist would use, the fortune teller cut straight to the point.
But her voice seemed to carry a magical quality that immediately blocked out all bodily sensations.
After a long time, I finally detached myself from my overly sensitive body, sinking into the depths of my subconscious, freely swimming through the ocean of my true thoughts.
Leaving this world…
Would it be due to a terminal illness, or like when I mysteriously transmigrated into a catgirl, suddenly returning without warning to that world where Gu Fan didn’t exist?
No matter which way, I found it hard to accept.
After all, I had finally reached this intimate relationship with Gu Fan—more than friends but not quite lovers—and I wasn’t willing to let it end like this.
I hadn’t yet achieved my ultimate goal, and the love child between Gu Fan and me was still unborn.
The future I had fantasized about had lost all possibility. How could I accept that?
But people must face harsh realities.
If I truly had only three days left, whether I would be tormented by illness or revert to my gloomy, silent, non-catgirl self, I would choose to seek Gu Fan out.
He was the most important person in my life.
“What do you want to do with him?”
Gu Fan appeared before me, smiling gently as always, the light in his eyes betraying no obvious emotion.
Just like… like when he faced those “friends” in the classroom, greeting them with the same polite smile and expression.
In the end, there wasn’t much difference between his friends and me.
What I wanted to pursue was to become the irreplaceable white moonlight in Gu Fan’s heart within these short three days.
Therefore, I had to break through moral barriers and push bravery to its limits.
I would hold Gu Fan tight, even if I was scolded as a crazy, sick catgirl—I wouldn’t care.
After all, there were only three days left; there was nothing left to worry about.
Knowing Gu Fan’s temperament… the “gentle first, force later” approach was probably the most appropriate.
After locking Gu Fan in the small rented house, I would reason with him, appeal to his feelings, and try to win his heart within a single day.
If he refused to accept me as I was, then I would have no choice but to use force to conquer his body.
As a catgirl, I was instinctively good at this, almost like an accountant.
Even if I didn’t master the standard moves, I could self-study online.
As long as Gu Fan could endure it, I could make him forever remember the feelings of this moment—this was the only method my clumsy self could come up with.
According to TV dramas, we should be spending these last three days traveling around—going to amusement parks, shopping at markets and cooking together, taking photos at famous spots, sitting together in front of the TV watching entertainment shows or movies.
But no matter how much I thought about it, that kind of “life” wasn’t truly what I wanted.
And in the distant future, Gu Fan’s new girlfriends or even wife could do exactly the same things.
Because of this, I decided to shamelessly strip Gu Fan of his personal freedom, trample morality underfoot, and use my catgirl privileges to extract his deepest memories.
What I wanted most was for Gu Fan to occasionally flash back to moments with me in the future—those times he spent “together” with me—even during all his days with his wife.
“Your final moment has come. In these last few seconds, what do you want to say to the one you love most?”