Hannah gently poked at Jinlian's belly, watched it roll over, and then said, "You forget, there's also Jimmy Simmons."
Jinlian shifted its bottom, its claws protecting its belly, "But Vincent seems very obedient and likes you, the master."
It pondered. Considering Vincent's current attitude towards his master, it was like a loyal dog in a novel—only having room in its eyes for one person, wanting to follow wherever that person went.
Complete, mindless protection.
Hannah put down the comb in her hand and looked at the mirror, "You said it yourself, that's Vincent."
Vincent isn't Jimmy Simmons, the plot's mainline can't be altered.
Jinlian still didn't understand, shaking its head, "Aren't they the same person?"
Hannah shook her head, looking at Jinlian's puzzled expression, she couldn't help but laugh, muttering, "You're still too young."