Outside was very cold, but inside the house, it was warm and cozy.
However, a spot near Jasmine Yale's heart just couldn't seem to warm up.
It always felt like there was an empty space.
She didn't know when she had become like this.
She picked up Sweet Kitty from the balcony and began to doodle on the glass with her finger.
Her eyelids kept twitching nonstop—it felt like something was about to happen, but the days were calm and without ripples.
"Meow—" Sweet Kitty moved in her arms.
The little guy had gained a lot of weight and no longer looked like the way he did when she first picked him up.
Back then, he was thin and tiny, but now he was a little chubby cat.
Jasmine's hands petted Sweet Kitty, her eyes filled with adoration.
Maybe it was because the night was deepening—her mind kept jumping to thoughts she should and shouldn't entertain.
She had been back from Lonton for several days, but some words kept circling in her mind.
