Who wouldn't break?
I swallowed.
The pain in Jiu Yin's eyes—I felt it now.
"WHY?" I yelled.
Hong Yin smirked.
"To punish her."
She dragged a single finger across her lips, slow and deliberate.
"What kind of punishment is this!?"
"A gentle one."
She tilted her head, her tone mocking, playful.
"Like you requested. You told me to be gentle with her, didn't you?"
I clenched my jaw.
"I could have killed her outright."
She sighed, as if that would have been the easier option.
"But you like her, don't you? So I'm being nice. This… is her punishment. Gently."
I ran a hand down my face.
"If she doesn't want me using her mother's face," she continued, "then all she has to do… is leave."
Jiu Yin flinched.
She couldn't even breathe properly.
And I?
I felt my brain short-circuiting.
Hong Yin took slow steps forward as she came face to face, leaning at me.
