Afterward, she heard Madam Feng speak in a quiet voice, "Madam... Zhiwei is still too young and doesn't know how to act. She was greedy for food, but I hope you can be generous..."
Feng Zhiwei stumbled a step backward.
It was as if a bolt of lightning and struck her heart and cleaved it through, leaving only a burnt and blackened abyss and scattered pools of blood.
And yet her face still kept a light smile, faint and clear. For a moment, her smile was unnatural, like a perfect and rigid curve drawn in dark ink. Her eyebrows were raised slightly and her eyes glittered like the scintillating surface of a lake under the noon soon. In a frozen moment between motion and stillness, she had an aura of beauty and terror, freezing the heart like the austere face of a Terracotta Guard.
