Feng Yuhuai raised her hand and slowly tucked the long hair falling beside her cheek behind her ear, her eyes slightly red.
She came next to Cuicui, sat down gently, turned her face to observe Cuicui, and reached out to hold her wrist.
Her fingers were long and fair, nails smooth like fine porcelain. By chance, they brushed against Li You's hand, the touch cold as frost, lightly, yet like a needle piercing Li You's nerve.
Li You's jaw instantly tightened, hairs standing on end, dense goosebumps uncontrollably emerged on her skin.
Her teeth were clenched tightly, enduring that nauseating sense of oppression, yet unable to prevent the tightly grasped memory in her mind from resurfacing — beneath that human skin, those three hideous heads, twisted together under the light.
