Mai Mingle lowered her hand and gently touched the face below.
Other than the eyes being sliced in half and the orbital bones having become a pair of small grooves, it felt no different from the second, newly grown face.
'How peculiar,' she thought.
'Where did the "top of the head" for the first face go?'
Mai Mingle twisted her head 180 degrees with great interest and found that the small piece of her scalp was dangling from the back of her head like an open lid—the back of the lower, first head, of course.
She reached out with her new hand and prodded the piece of scalp a few times. It was quite firm; she didn't have to worry about it falling off when she moved.
'If any humans were here to see me fiddling with the back of my own head, they'd probably think this was a nightmare…'
'Speaking of humans, that Hai Luwei seemed to have run off just now.'
