Although strictly speaking, in that period Ethan did not have a definite form, her intuition never failed.
"What happened between you and him exactly? Just because he took you in when you were in Ximu Town?"
The black cat sized up Lindong; she had been playing a cat for several days and admitted that being taken in when homeless does indeed bring immense mental comfort to cats. But was Lindong that starved for affection, she wondered?
"It's not just that."
Lindong's lips curled into a slight smile. The "dream" helped her recall many things.
This hint of a smile made the black cat a bit jealous because, according to her observations these past few days, Lindong seemed to have a bit of a poker face trait, never showing emotion when speaking, except with Ethan. It was rare for something to genuinely make her smile, and it only made Little Dark more puzzled because she couldn't see through Lindong's mind.
This was very peculiar.
"I've figured it out."
