Thirty-two. Leave

The black cat lay quietly in a blanket spread out in the corner of the carriage.

Lu Li was driving the carriage outside, while Anna stared at the black cat grooming its fur, hesitating before extending her hand as if to touch a delicate flower, gently caressing the black cat's paw.

The black cat lifted its head, sniffed Anna's fingertips, then continued to clean its paws.

"Hmm..."

The flickering, scarlet pupils' coldness faded, and Anna reached out another pair of hands, tentatively, to pick up the black cat.

The black cat's lower body seemed to be glued to the blanket, and as Anna, who was supporting the black cat's armpits, lifted higher and higher, the black cat stretched longer and longer—until it was fully hoisted.

Those disturbing red eyes narrowed slightly, and for the first time since becoming a ghost, Anna felt the weight of a living being.