"That really was a lot of trouble for you."
Jiang Han said, rubbing her eyes as she spoke.
With a radiant smile, she said, "Even though I look like I don't care, sis... that really was a lot of trouble for you."
"..."
Olivia returned to that old state of hers—silent, yet smug.
"Hmph."
She used this habitual method to respond to emotions she did not understand, emotions that had sprouted within the giant cats. How many years ago had such emotions first emerged?
Perhaps this was friendship.
Olivia felt the stirrings in her heart and became faintly restless.
How could an emotion of lower creatures like friendship appear in a cat? Big cat dumplings piled together did not count as friendship.
Olivia firmly believed that even after another trillion trillion years, the radiance of friendship would never shine upon her.
I am a cat.
I am a Witch.
I do not believe in friendship. I do not enjoy socializing. At most, those people gather beneath a cat's paws for their own purposes, kissing those paws.
But another voice told her: 'You want a big cat who doesn't merely gather with you, whose tail bumps against yours while you watch movies together; you want something deeper; what you want is...'
Olivia's pupils widened slightly.
That voice—her own voice, the voices of more than fifty thought-lines—spoke in unison:
'...what you long for is a friend who can discuss ideas with you freely, share your preferences for games that cats and humans alike find hard to stomach, those nerdy hobbies that are still not terribly welcome even in modern times.'
'Yes, you want a friend.'
She grew worried, seized by the terror of a cat's paw touching the surface of water.
Before she could react, the words had already slipped out: "Since