Mei Jinlin was easy-going and very compliant, which probably explained why Su Wanmo didn't say much more before she walked out the door, suddenly turned, and looked back at Mei Jinlin inside the house.
"Little uncle."
"Eh?"
Su Wanmo suddenly felt a strong urge that she had to say something.
"Whatever happens, I will protect you."
"So, please be sure to persevere."
Her eyes shone softly as if filled with water while she was holding back something.
Mei Jinlin was taken aback for a moment, gazed at Su Wanmo for a while, then eventually smiled.
"Alright, Momo, I believe you."
Su Wanmo smiled faintly and turned to leave.
After she left, Mei Jinlin closed the door, casually turned off the lights, and in the darkness, his pupils were mysterious and glamorous, emitting a dark red halo; the entire house... was strewn with blood and chunks of flesh, and even scattered bones.
A human head was hanging above the fireplace.
Lin Xian's head.
An illusion.
