The waiter, Yang Yu, hysterically spilled every secret he had buried in his heart, holding nothing back.
He twisted the tip of the knife inside the rat. His mismatched eyes were bloodshot, and he panted like a rabid stray dog.
"Don't you feel much better now that you've said it?" Xuan Wen paid no mind to Yang Yu's behavior and strolled over.
The flawless angel walked through the mud and stench. She stopped two steps away from Yang Yu and offered him a clean tissue. "Wipe the blood off your hands."
"Y-you're not afraid of me?" Yang Yu struggled to control himself, gripping the knife stained with rat blood.
"Why would I be afraid? I think you're right. In this world gone mad, you're the most normal person of all." Xuan Wen smiled. "God favors you so much that he let you meet me."
Yang Yu could not believe what he was hearing. This perfect woman before him seemed to understand him. There was not a trace of disgust in her eyes. She was different from everyone around him.
"Now that you've picked up a knife, who do you want to kill most?" Xuan Wen asked with interest.
Yang Yu glanced at Xuan Wen, his hand trembling.
"Your uncle, who gave you a job and protected you? Your mother in the hospital, who's gone mad? Or the doctors who insulted and tormented you?" Xuan Wen took another step forward. "Or is it me?"
He suppressed the urge to swing the knife, his already deformed face growing even uglier. Clenching his teeth, he scrambled several steps backward. "I don't want to kill anyone."
"Then I understand. The one you want to kill is that selfish God." Xuan Wen advanced step by step. "God's favor made you this way. You were robbed