The Star Force Field burst out from his body, and the woman rushing towards him was stopped three meters away by an invisible force as if she had hit a soft, heavy glass wall.
The woman squatted down slowly behind the "glass wall," looking at him like a little puppy, her eyes filled with sorrow, pleading, and longing.
Ronan's eyes flickered slightly, and eventually, he dispersed the force field, walked over, and gently placed his hand on the woman's hair.
"Whew—"
The latter seemed to gain unprecedented satisfaction, closed her eyes, and smiled as she nuzzled Ronan's palm gently with her head.
"Heather..."
Ronan called out her name softly, and Heather responded with a soft "hmm," still savoring Ronan's caress.
Over the past nine years, Heather's feelings for her master had not faded; instead, they had fermented to another deeper level, treating herself completely like Ronan's pet.
