The two cats I picked up became the heartbeat I c…

My name is Emery Vance, and I live alone in a corner of this city. That night, a torrential rain was pouring down, and beside the trash bin I found two shivering little kittens—one jet black, the other pure white as snow. I named them Whisper and Listen. Three years passed, and then one ordinary morning, it was no longer two tiny, furry creatures curled up in my bed, but two young girls, not a stitch of clothing on them. They nuzzled their heads against my chin, wound their tails around my wrist, and in their eyes was an undisguised devotion and obsession. From that moment on, my life became like a lake into which a stone had been thrown—calm on the surface, but the undercurrents beneath never ceased.