Others couldn't see the little kitten in front of Tang Jin.
And Tang Jin was just playing in her own yard, her small head shiny, her skin so white it glowed, her small hands soft and tiny.
The little one looked meek, harmless, and gently tilted her small head to one side.
Not a trace of malice was detected.
The originally highly alert and dusty little creature finally began to calm down from its bristled state.
After locking eyes with Tang Jin for a few seconds, it finally stopped dodging and let Tang Jin's small hand rest on its body.
Whether it had been abandoned many times before its rescue or had already been traumatized by Rong Ling remained unknown.
When Tang Jin touched it, it shivered violently, its back arched slightly, and Tang Jin paused her fingertips, considerately allowing the little one time to adjust.
She was still unclear as to how the little cat had followed her home.
But judging by its demeanor, it bore no ill will.
