Was this still the same cat she knew? And just who was this young gentleman?

This boy is incredible!He must be amazing to have won over the famously standoffish feline.

Tangtang, who was used to being the center of everyone's admiration and attention among her peers, suddenly found herself quietly admiring the boy.

Yet, she felt no sense of competition or desire to prove herself against him.

Instead, she was overcome by a quiet urge to approach him, to get closer.

The boy wasn't particularly tall. His hair was jet black, cut short, and it lay smoothly against his head.

He wore a loose-fitting black shirt with subtle white accents, reminiscent of traditional Chinese attire.

His entire outfit was monochromatic—black and white—and even the bracelet on his wrist featured alternating black and white beads, perhaps symbolizing balance or harmony, that occasionally peeked out as he moved his hand to pet the cat.

Tangtang couldn't help but glance at him with a hint of envy.

She wasn't sure whether she envied the boy himself or the serene, elegant black cat enjoying his company.

Normally, wherever Tangtang went, she was the center of everyone's admiration and attention. People always surrounded her, showering her with praise or affection.

She had grown used to being the center of everyone's admiration and attention.

But now, it seemed as though, to this boy, she wasn't even as captivating as the book in his hands.

The realization left her with an inexplicable sense of disappointment, but her curiosity soon overtook her. What was he reading that was so engrossing?

Still holding her toys, Tangtang walked over to him.

"Hey, what are you reading?" she asked, her voice light and inquisitive.

She held out one of her toys, hoping it would tempt the boy to trade his book.

But the boy didn't respond with a yes-or a no.

He simply paused his movements, looked up at her, and gave her a faint smile.

That smile instantly dissolved the awkwardness Tangtang had been feeling.

The boy had a clean, refreshing aura about him, and his smile was gentle and warm.

His features weren't as striking or sharp as her older brother's or hers, but there was an understated charm to his simplicity.

His face carried a quiet, unique elegance, and his eyes—deep and mysterious—held a unique depth and mystery that was captivating in its own way.

Tangtang couldn't help but feel that this boy was unlike anyone she had ever met.