Meow cautiously replied, "Mm..."
It's been more than a month since getting along with Tyr, and Feilengcui has entered June, the weather's getting hotter, the sun's getting blazing, but Meow still instinctively feels cold when facing Tyr.
Can't really say why?
Even though she knows he couldn't possibly hurt her.
Finally, Tyr said, "Alright..."
The tone of these two words from Tyr was a bit strange, and Meow sensed something was off. She looked over, but didn't see anything wrong with his expression.
It was time for lunch, and the two left the studio.
After lunch, Meow was preparing to see Father Arno, and went upstairs to change clothes. She called Marta because she had something to ask her.
In the dressing room, Marta asked, "What's on your mind, ma'am? Do you have any worries?"
Meow nodded, "Yeah."
"What is it?"
Meow's face turned rosy, "I... I..."
Marta: "What's wrong?"
Meow whispered, "For the past few days, this area keeps feeling swollen and painful..."
