A cold breeze enveloped through her chest that soon made the cold air around her seem no different to a temperate room. Her eyes grew cold as she quietly slowed her pace to a walking pace. It was strange, she could tell that this was rage, but her mind is as clear as day while the ice in her chest was enough to instigate a chill in her lungs. She knew she was angry.
Angry? Since when does anger refers to the chill in the chest? It should be fire.
However, despite the ice in her chest, she could feel that she was more upset than she was curious.
The ice in her chest did not melt as she watched the man toss the dog off of his sister and tried to kill it with a dagger.
"Xiao Hei!" Li Yan desperately tried to save her dog.
"Kill it!" The woman screamed hurriedly with eyes wild in excitement.
Ah, right. Now, at this moment of ectasy, was it? It was always in the last moment of desperation does the true color of those people come out.
