The door opened, and Tifa, dressed in a tight magic robe, stood before the Black Cat.
In the Black Cat's perspective, she seemed like a sun bursting with magic energy, difficult to gaze upon directly.
Chun was nervous and excited, wondering what Tifa meant by "kind of interesting"?
Tifa squatted in front of the Black Cat, sized it up, then stroked its head, prompting the Black Cat to obediently hunker down and emit a pleasant purr.
Finally, Tifa stood up and said indifferently, "Come in, let's talk at the table."
Chun's heart skipped a beat; whom was she speaking to?
The Black Cat slipped inside with a swish and jumped onto the table, which was cluttered with various parts and models. Only then did Chun notice that her bedroom resembled an appliance repair department filled with various equipment. Strangely, the sight didn't seem chaotic but carried an inexplicable harmonious appeal.
