Meow reached out dumbfoundedly: "Hello, my name is... Meow..."
The other person smiled faintly: "Meow... like a cat?"
Meow's face suddenly turned red, she licked her lips, seemingly not knowing what to say. Meow nodded randomly, trying to withdraw her hand.
But it didn't budge.
"From now on, I am your guardian."
Meow looked into his eyes, always feeling that when he said this, it seemed he was saying, in the future... you are mine.
Meow shook her head, she swore she hadn't seen a more handsome man than him, but... she's not going to faint from his looks, is she?
Why, when looking into those eyes, does she feel like she's being drawn in?
Tyr still held Meow's hand: "Pack up your things, let's go."
Meow: "Huh? Now?"
"Yes, right now."
Meow looked at Nicole: "But... but... I haven't said goodbye to Father Arno yet?"
Meow really didn't have much to pack, and Nicole swiftly packed her up.
