She touched her empty neck, yet her expression wasn't as casual as before.
He felt uncomfortable. That pendant had followed her for ten years and was only removed when she went into the water.
Now it was suddenly gone, and he always felt empty.
"Master, you gave that thing to him..." Fuzi appeared.
"It's just a pendant. If I gave it away, I gave it away," Catherine said as she stroked a book and spread it open again.
Fuzi fell silent. She understood, of course, the significance of the Cross to Catherine, but she also understood Catherine's determination.
"Only by putting a collar on a dog can you tell everyone that it has an owner," Catherine continued with a faint smile, "just like many girls who put their hair ties on their boyfriend's arm."
Her Cross was not just a gift. Boys might not understand, but any girl who knew its origin would definitely recognize it as another girl's deliberate mark.
Like a warning letter—Are you sure you have the courage to challenge me?
