The cat was black and gray in color. Its body was so thin that it was rather shriveled. Its hair, which was wet from the rain, was drooping. It did not look cute at all.
Looking at its lean appearance, it seemed like it had not eaten its fill for a few days. It was probably not a pet raised by any family, but an ordinary stray cat.
Through the glass window that was filled with raindrops, Diya looked at the pitiful little thing. Suddenly, her heart softened.
Although she was usually unruly and willful, and had a haughty manner towards everyone, she could not bear to see the suffering of small animals.
Fiennes had even used this to ridicule her before, saying that Diya's attitude towards small animals was better than her attitude towards people.
Diya did not know why either. It was probably because those soft and cute little things always looked innocent and harmless.
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