Her gaze scattered on the ground, unfocused.
She had long anticipated the punishment she would face after betraying the Night Hawk, but she always thought the Night Hawk was dead, thus no longer worrying about the matter. Who would have thought he'd return so suddenly, and everything would happen so abruptly.
The Night Hawk disliked her in this state, thus ordered, "Look at me."
Heather raised her eyes.
"In the days ahead, if you comply a bit more, you might suffer less. I know you're not afraid of death, nor afraid of being tortured to death by me. I recall you scored full marks in enduring interrogation; you can withstand it, and in the end, you never pleaded to me. But aren't you afraid of Li Sinian seeing you as something neither human nor ghost?"
Heather's eyes flickered.
The Night Hawk understood her, so he knew exactly what was on her mind.
Yes, she was afraid, terribly afraid.
