"♫ ♫ ~"
"♫ ♪ ♪ ~ ~"
After dealing with the three inside, Wang Xiao strolled out, humming softly, lips curled in a lazy, satisfied smile. His steps were light, almost deliberate, as if the afternoon had put him in a wonderful mood.
At the end of the hallway, Ning Xue stood quietly near the staircase. She was the picture of understated grace, soft hair falling to her shoulders, hands folded, eyes downcast but clear.
Despite everything, her voice was reserved, as she spoke up:
"… do you ever… feel sorry for them?"
Wang Xiao paused mid-step, tilting his head like he'd just spotted a fresh lamb for the altar, his humming dying off. "Sorry? Why would I feel sorry?"
His smile stretched a shade too casually.
Ning Xue's brows creased just a little, lips pressed in a delicate frown. "It just seems… you enjoy hurting people. Even when they beg you to stop. Is it really fun?"
