Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 745 Under the Window

The angry boy by the window heard a long sigh coming from below.

He became even more displeased and snorted coldly:

"What are you sighing for? Let me tell you, even if you give it fatty meat, it won't work... If you give it meat, it's still your cat!"

"……I know."

The young man said the same three words again, seemingly with a sense of helplessness.

"So, can you answer my question now?"

The young man said, "Do you want to eat meat? Braised, steamed, fried... is there anything you'd like to eat?"

"..."

The boy by the window fell silent.

The young man, whose features were obscured by the window, patiently waited for a response.

After about five minutes, the boy touched his flat stomach, where he could feel his ribs, and slowly swallowed.

He wanted to say he wanted to eat everything... He wanted to ask if he could share some of the canned food he was fed to Feifei... He wanted to say that he could also eat a little bit of cat food, since it's all food that can be eaten and excreted, so there's no need to distinguish between good and bad...

But what she finally said was, "I don't want to eat meat! The doctor said eating meat is bad for my health, no, it's really bad for me!"

"..."

The young man under the window fell silent.

The boy on the windowsill felt a slight stinging sensation in his eyes and nose. He touched his eyes, wondering why his eyelashes were trembling.

Has he gotten sick again?

The boy thought—just as the doctor said, he was sick, which was why the man sent him to the sanatorium for treatment.

The boy, of course, didn't believe it. The man was just afraid—afraid that he would "kill" him just as he had "killed" his stepmother.

But it's true that I'm sick.

Is it a problem with your digestive system?

After a long silence, the young man asked, "What if there are problems with your stomach or intestines—"

"Not."

The boy interrupted the young man's guess, grinning as he said:

"The doctor said I don't deserve to eat meat, that I'm crazy, that crazy people can't eat meat, that crazy people will crave meat, and that craving crazy people will be taken to surgery and have their mouths sewn up."

youth:"……"

Even through the white mist, the boy seemed to see the trembling emotions on the young man's blurred features. He suddenly felt inexplicably irritated and bittersweet, and turned his head away, saying:

"Of course, I don't think what the doctor said was anything nice... He never liked me, and every time he saw me, all he did was give me injections and surgery—"

"Where is your family?"

The young man seemed to have finally reached his limit and asked urgently:

"This nursing home is illegitimate; they're performing surgeries and injections on patients without authorization... Are you sure they're really doctors—"

"I no longer have a mother."

The boy interrupted the young man's question, saying softly, "My mother is dead. I have no family."

"..."

The last rays of the setting sun scattered across the edge of the windowsill. The boy leaned against the railing by the windowsill, a smile on his fair and thin face that was even more radiant than the setting sun.

“But my mom loves me,” the boy said. “She loves me so much… so…”

Therefore, she would never commit suicide.

There must be something wrong...

"..."

The long silence finally dissipated as night fell.

After finishing its can of food, the little orange cat licked its messy fur with meowing sounds before running towards the young man who stood there like a wooden stake.

"Meow?"

The little orange cat tilted its head and rubbed against the young man's legs, then lay on its back with its paws in the air, exposing its soft belly and meowing softly several times.

This "invitation" conveyed through actions failed to move the young man on the wooden stake, but instead aroused envy in the boy on the windowsill.

"Fatty!"

The boy angrily slammed his fist on the railing, which rattled loudly, finally waking the young man who was lost in his own thoughts.

"Step back—"

The young man looked up at the boy on the windowsill, who was motionless, with an expression of anger, jealousy, and longing. His throat moved.

"..."

A few seconds later, the young man sighed almost imperceptibly, bent down and picked up the little orange cat that was lying on its back.

The little orange cat rubbed its head against his chest in confusion, then looked up at the boy who was standing on the edge of the railing, his eyes shining as he stared at him.

"Fatty!"

The boy called out its name excitedly, "Want to come up? Want to come up and play with me?"

The little orange cat stared into the boy's bright eyes for a while, then suddenly broke free from the young man's hand and quickly climbed up the water pipe onto the windowsill.

"!"

The boy was overjoyed to see the little orange cat climb onto the windowsill. He immediately hugged the little orange cat, which had squeezed through the gap in the railing, and rubbed against it vigorously.

"Fatty! I miss you so much!"

The little orange cat's face was distorted from being rubbed, and it opened its mouth wide and meowed several times, revealing its sharp little teeth.

"Is it delicious?"

The boy looked at the bits of canned meat still clinging to its whiskers and gently brushed them off with his hand.

"It's a bit fishy," the boy said, somewhat bewildered. "Canned meat be this fishy?"

The little orange cat couldn't understand what he was saying, and it squirmed and meowed in his arms.

The boy's attention was quickly drawn to it, and he laughed as he "outwitted" the little orange cat.

"...I'll bring you some food next time you come."

After a long while, the young man who had been standing by the windowsill spoke up: "What do you like to eat?"

"..."

The boy, engrossed in playing with the orange kitten, paused in his laughter, then said somewhat warily:

"I don't eat things of unknown origin."

Did someone feed you something bad?

The young man's voice followed, faint, carrying a chill characteristic of the other person's personality:

"who is it?"

"..."

The boy remained silent.

He stared blankly at the little orange cat licking its fur on the windowsill, his gaze shifting from the cat's thin body to its head, which was missing a few hairs.

"...many people."

After a long while, the boy responded softly, "...So many people..."

The intern nurses who initially fed him out of kindness and pity would treat him with a completely unfamiliar, almost cold, attitude after learning the "real reason" that they were sent to the sanatorium.

It was like boiling, passionate hot water slowly turning into ice-cold water, poured over the boy little by little, extinguishing his "expectations" for the intern nurses.

"I will feel a little bit, just a tiny bit, sad."

The boy laughed as he recounted being fed unpalatable food, his eyelashes curving and casting a faint shadow beneath his eyelids.

"Actually, those things weren't bad," the boy said.

"Because I often don't have enough to eat, the things you say taste bad actually taste really good to me."