Having left Larissa's lap, the kitten became increasingly uncertain. This environment was completely unfamiliar to it, and its deep blue eyes were filled with fear. It meowed a few times, looking around for that familiar figure before it curled back into its spot in the corner of the sofa due to not being able to find Larissa.

It looked rather pitiful with the way it trembled. In a trance, Kevan seemed to see Larissa as she was that night in the emergency hall, waiting. So, he involuntarily went over and picked up the kitten, placing it in his own lap. Its tiny body gave off heat, so it seemed to resemble an eco-friendly hand warmer on this cold winter day.

Kevan mimicked Larissa's movements, stroking its little head, before slowly moving to the soft fur on its back—doing it again and again. He had to admit, stroking a cat like this was quite effective in promoting concentration and calming the mind. At least, in these few minutes, he felt good—especially when the little thing starte