As the car was about to graze Meow's body, Meow felt a strong pull from behind, falling into the arms of the person behind her.
Meow exclaimed in surprise as she was lifted up, like an adult picking up a child.
A clear, pleasant male voice sounded beside her ear: "Be careful."
Only then did Meow come to her senses. She looked down, and saw an arm wrapped around her waist. The person held her tightly, with one hand encircling her waist, catching hold of her flesh.
Following the arm upward, she saw the hand was as snow-white as the winter snow, astonishingly white and incredibly beautiful. She had never seen such a beautiful hand, even more beautiful than her father's.
Although Meow wasn't particularly fond of hands, seeing that hand made her want to touch it to see if it was real, or if it was carved from snow.
The person placed the pot of flesh back into Meow's arms, and let go of her waist with the other hand.
