On a human face, the difference of a hair's breadth can be worlds apart.
The corners of Mai Mingle's eyes had been pinched inward by less than a centimeter, yet it was already enough to make one unwilling to look.
The skin around the corners of her eyes folded into several creases. The exposed sclera was still pristine white, without a single trace of red—as if no matter how much skin was pulled away, there was only a massive, perfectly round white orb beneath her face.
If Hai Luwei hadn't been fully decided before, he no longer hesitated now.
Mai Mingle was too deep in the dream. Her "resident-ification" had already begun. Even if he felt a pang of sympathy, what could he possibly do?
Could he turn a resident back into a human?
In the end, they were just strangers who had met by chance.
It was a shame. Mai Mingle seemed like a good person… a rarity among Hunters.
