The hallway was lit with a dim wall lamp that provided a faint, unclear glow.
Standing against the light, the girl's face was half-hidden in the shadows while the other half was exposed to the dim light. Her pitch-black eyes shimmered with a bizarre, unpredictable light, as if she were a malicious spirit that had crawled up from Hell. The visual impact of that moment made Kang Jinxian scream out loud.
Ji Yunya, this name, this person, had almost become her nightmare.
For some reason, every time she faced those eyes, fear would well up from the depths of her heart, entirely beyond her control. That bone-chilling coldness felt like a heavy snow in the dead of winter, enveloping her entire world.
"Aunt Ah Xian, what's wrong?" The girl stepped out from the shadows, asking with concern, her delicate face sweet and adorable.
