Nora Smith's heart, at this moment, is slightly confused.
She looked up at the man in front of her, her eyes were opposite, her eyes were intertwined, and there was an inexplicable throb of emotion, which gradually bred in Nora Smith's heart.
"Thank you." Nora Smith reached out and took the plush kitten.
The cat's body was stained with Asher Hawn's blood, which was originally white fluff, and some places were carved into dark red.
At the moment Nora Smith took the cat, Asher Hawn gave a chuckle.
"Not angry, are you?" Asher Hawn reached out and held Nora Smith in her arms, and the affectionate words sounded in her ear. "Every word I said to you yesterday is true, will you believe me?"
Nora Smith smiled faintly, noncommittal.
She stretched out her hand and gently pushed Asher Hawn away. "You let me go first."
"If you smile, does it mean that you are not angry?" Asher Hawn said in a deep, dull mouth.