Most importantly, the woman's figure gradually came into focus. She had a head of thick, lustrous black hair that cascaded down from her crown like a dark waterfall.
Her pitch-black hair was like a thick, dense curtain of fine black silk, veiling her face.
What made it even more bizarre and frightening was that in a scene as blurry as if it were laden with special effects, her hair alone was perfectly clear.
The woman was turned sideways to Su Nian, her fine curves alluring. But paired with that bizarre hair and the muddled, indistinct tune she was humming, the sight was no longer stunning. Instead, it was endlessly horrifying.
She still held a comb in her hand, stroking it through her long hair, one slow pull at a time.
Her movements didn't change, but she was definitely getting closer.
As if sensing the boy was sound asleep, she now sat down right beside him.
Her humming grew steadier, as if she were lulling him to sleep.
