So, she thought, the real purpose of this matter might be better left unsaid, to reduce some unnecessary arguments and conflicts.
Tyr nodded, "Okay."
"I have some things to do, I'll go out first. You need to behave at home."
Meow nodded, "Mm..."
Tyr looked at her without moving, his gaze complex.
Suddenly, he reached out and hugged Meow tightly in his arms.
Meow heard him say something, but she didn't understand what it was because it was a language she absolutely never heard before: "Tyr, what did you say?"
Tyr released Meow and kissed her forehead, "Nothing, I'm leaving now."
"Hey, you..."
Meow wanted to call Tyr back, but he had already walked away quickly.
Meow scratched her head, what exactly did he say?
It was a very unfamiliar language, not any commonly used language in the world.
Marta saw Tyr had left, and ran over to drag Meow outside: "Madam, did you argue with the young master?"
