The female social worker leading the way suddenly stopped, then rolled up her eyes and turned around, her expression softening in a second.
Her gaze passed over the female journalist and settled on the thing perched atop the printer.
It was a purebred, pitch-black cat.
Only its eyes were red.
But within those eyes flowed a viscous black sclera, with blood-red, vertical pupils that swirled with a bewitching attraction capable of ensnaring the soul.
It was identical to the eye on the Qiming Orphanage's front gate.
The cat belonged to the head of Qiming Orphanage.
Yet it was the first headmaster's cat, now aged over a dozen years, very much adored by the children, especially having a close relationship with Yueshu.
The cat often traveled between the office and the archives, as the old headmaster liked to read in the archives, spending the whole day there with the cat.
After the destruction of Qiming Orphanage, its role here remained that of a cat.
