"Aileen..."
"Hm?"
Hearing Fang Yuxuan suddenly speak, Irene quickly picked up the conversation. Though she wanted an answer, she wasn't in a hurry.
She merely answered softly, then turned to look at Fang Yuxuan. Fang Yuxuan turned to look at her, too.
Their eyes met. In that moment, Irene saw confusion and bewilderment in Fang Yuxuan's dark eyes, but more than anything else...
Loneliness.
"Suppose... one day, while killing your own kind, you didn't feel anything inside...
Would you still think you were one
of them?"
Irene listened to the question and looked at the lonely eyes before her, lowering her head in thought.
Fang Yuxuan didn't rush her for an answer. Instead, she slowly turned her head and looked at the girls who were working.
Though those girls had been through terrible things, they had at least found a fairly good solution. And they weren't alone. They had
companions.
But... what about me?
As Fang Yuxuan thought, her gaze gradually grew vacant again.
For the past half month, she had kept questioning herself, thinking about the past, and reflecting on her actions, on
her own heart.
That day, she had killed hundreds of people. It hadn't meant much to her; after all, she'd killed plenty of people before. But this
time, it had bothered her terribly.
Because this time, she had felt no guilt at all about killing people, and she hadn't felt that she'd killed her own kind, either.
That feeling... was like crushing an ant.
When she saw those bodies, like broken dolls, being cleared away by the girls, she hadn't felt anything at all.
It was like... casually tossing a trash bag into a bin.
She knew better than anyone that this wasn't normal. Anyone... whose values were still more or less intact would feel some