The mistress's pupils contracted sharply, their overlapping outlines resembling the glow of a kaleidoscope.
They were like a miasma-filled mire, brimming with rotting corpses.
Liang Chen's eyes widened. He had never seen eyes like these, so full of malice, so murderous...
They were even more astonishing than the pale limbs in anatomy books.
"Your eyes are beautiful!"
He said.
It was pure praise, without the slightest attempt to disguise it.
The mistress's savage expression froze on her face.
The corners of her eyes twitched as she demanded, "Are you... joking? Trying to flatter me? With such a pathetic trick?"
"They're like a puddle of sludge! I've never seen such filthy, murky eyes!"
Liang Chen "praised" her again.
To him, however, these were beautiful words.
To the mistress, they sounded like the most outrageous mockery.
She laughed in anger. "You really do have a talent for making me angry."
The mistress briefly calmed herself and turned away, leaving her expression hidden from view.
Then Liang Chen's cheerful voice rang out again.
"I really loved your fire show!"
"It was the grandest! The most dazzling! The most wonderful experience of my entire life!"
His voice trembled with excitement, as though the fire at the Psychiatric Hospital had appeared before his eyes again.
People blossomed in the flames, wailing and crying for help.
The mistress turned around again. Her expression was slipping out of control, every muscle distorted by excessive cosmetic procedures beginning to tremble.
"What did you say?!"
In her eyes, the frail boy before her no longer resembled a little stray rabbit.
An enormous black shadow loomed behind him, the corners of its smiling mouth curving upward, as though he wanted her dead every moment of every day.
A madwoman did not fear death.
What she feared was someone even crazier