Although the little kitten couldn't see the handsome face clearly, the innate sibling bond allowed her to sense Ruan Hao's emotions at that moment.
She stretched her little paws as much as she could, retracted her sharp claws, and held the handsome face that kissed her, sticking out her small tongue to gently lick his nose, as if trying to comfort him.
The small kitten, with a milky scent all over her, cradled in the palm of his hand as if she might break, now actually knew how to hold his face, lick him, comfort him.
Ruan Hao became even more certain, this was his sister.
His sister was always so sensible; being held in his arms felt just like this from a young age, as if she might shatter if dropped, melt if held in the mouth. He had never treated anyone else like this in his life, except for his sister.
