"I have to say, Sister's worldview really does need some adjusting..."
Lu Xin watched from the side, feeling that even he could hardly bear to look.
What others saw was only the girl's body folding, collapsing, and twisting for no apparent reason. It looked as if she had caused it all herself, yet her face was filled with terror and fear, and she kept letting out weak cries for help.
But what Lu Xin saw was Sister growing more and more excited, with her body splitting apart at every point and wrapping tightly around the girl.
Under the pained and frightened gazes of those around them, the girl's entire body was twisted into a bizarre shape.
Her hands and feet tangled, folded, and interwove into something resembling a ball of thread.
Her head was bent forward, while both arms curled up from behind and braced themselves on either side of her head.
She looked like a living, bizarre sculpture in a postmodern style.
"Don't mind it. I know you like this, so I'll let the child play with you for a while..."
With the girl's gaze filled with almost despairing terror, Mom approached with a smile, scissors in hand.
She held a delicate pair of small scissors, slowly opening them to a suitable angle before gradually bringing them toward the girl's eyes.
"Ah..."
Lu Xin heard a scream so sharp and agonized that it was almost unbearable.
Because Mom had her back to him, he did not see what exactly she had done.
Amid that scream of fear and despair, he only vaguely heard a crisp snip.
At the same time that scream rang out, the emotions of everyone in the small courtyard who had been contaminated exploded to their peak.
Many of them made hoarse sounds in their