Lin Yu'an lowered his head, gently stroking the thick and warm fur on its back, looking at the little creature resting on his lap without any defenses, his heart filled with infinite affection.
After a long time, he carefully pulled his leg out and gently carried December to its little nest. Only then did he turn and walk towards the heavy iron door.
However, just at the moment he grasped the doorknob and gently turned it, the sound of even breathing behind him came to an abrupt stop.
Lin Yu'an turned around, only to see that December had opened its eyes at some point and was climbing up from its nest, eyes like obsidian filled with the panic of being abandoned again.
It didn't call out, just looked at him with a heart-wrenching gaze.
Lin Yu'an's heart instantly softened to a complete mess.
He walked back, crouched down, and gently pressed his protective mask against December's broad forehead.
