Under the bolt of lightning that flashed by again, Bai Shuyin saw Li Fantong's expression. When their eyes met, that still very young and tender face held neither brutal violence nor ferociousness, not even the slightly maniac face she saw earlier, but it was rather brimming with hesitation and trepidation of a lost child. The eyes that glowed menacingly before had lost their light.
The wetness from the rain and the messy dark hair that clung to her chubby cheeks only added to the appeal.
However, the sudden shift in her expression set all the alarms off in Bai Shuyin's brain. It made her pause to wonder if the murder that took place merely minutes ago were just a friction of her imagination.
