Mo Hen walked slowly back to her room. She hadn't eaten for a long time, but she didn't feel hungry.
Sure enough... I am not human...
She smiled to herself and closed the door to the room.
The room was very dark, but Mo Hen could see the surrounding environment clearly. This was not the ability of the Eye of Hatred, but an ability that Mo Hen had had since he was a child.
The only difference between day and night is the temperature. That's what she always thought.
Her left hand covered the eye that had once been filled with pain, but she felt a cold and biting breath going straight into her palm.
How come there is such a strange feeling? Mo Hen looked at the palm of his hand.
She immediately walked into the bathroom quickly and faced the mirror. When she saw the scene on the mirror, her eyes immediately widened.
this is me?……
She looked at herself in the mirror. The person in the mirror had long hair that looked like splashes of ink, slightly disheveled around her waist. Her beautiful face was pale, and the dark eyes on the right were still dead and cloudy. But
, but the left eye is glowing with fluorescent blue light in the darkness. This blue is very beautiful, very beautiful. Even the best palette cannot mix the blue. If you look carefully, there is still something in the eye.
A strange pattern, blurry.
Such a strange eye looks so weird on this dark-colored girl.
Mo Hen's shock can no longer be described in words.
She is very uneasy now. Uneasy for no reason. She has accepted the fact that she is not human, but it does not mean that she knows what she is. Vampire? Demon? Death? However, she does not possess the characteristics of any creature...
She had a strange feeling now, a feeling that made her feel cold somewhere in her heart. She didn't know what it felt like, she didn't understand. It was a feeling she had never felt before.
In a daze, she quietly walked out of the bathroom, climbed onto a corner of the bed, and wrapped herself in a quilt...
All actions seem to be done unconsciously and subconsciously.
So cold...
This is the only feeling she feels now.
Everything seemed too sudden. When she had no preparation, it came all at once, leaving her unable to resist.
But even though she was trapped in endless mysteries, she still never thought of relying on anyone. She would rather be alone in the room with the quilt tightly wrapped than need anyone to give her unnecessary warmth.
Because instead of expecting that kind of unrealistic temperature and fantasy, it's better to think about the next step. She doesn't need that cheap thing.
Rather than saying that everything about her seemed so ethereal, it was better to say that the unreality of this world forced her to become ethereal.
In the boundless ink world, in the darkest corner at the end of the bed, one blue eye and one ink eye stared at the ground blankly, showing no emotion or life.