Sang Zhi stared at the box. He reached out, took the small box, and opened it. The sight within made his face drain of color. His hands trembled, and the box fell to the ground, a single finger tumbling out from inside.
"Th-this is..." His already fair little face was now utterly bloodless.
"I hear you and Miss Xiang are quite close. Surely you'd recognize her finger, wouldn't you?" Chu Yue covered her mouth with a handkerchief, chuckling lightly.
Sang Zhi's face was a mask of horror. He stared at the plump little finger. The more he looked, the more it resembled hers. 'The little fatty's fingers are just like this...'
A lump formed in his throat, and his nose tingled as his eyes reddened. "You... you actually..."
"You want to see her? Don't be hasty. For every day you refuse to give us your eyes, we will cut off another part of her and send it to you. From her fingers to her limbs, and then her head..."
