Ying Zijin saw her painting, stepped forward, and pointed at a spot, "Enhancing this area would be better."
Yun Heyue hesitated for a moment, then picked up the brush and started painting.
After finishing, she lifted her head, and her dark eyes brightened.
It was like the night sky ignited by fireworks, a moment of brilliance.
"It seems she really likes you," Yu Xuesheng said with a light smile. "I once brought in another hypnotist, and she resisted so much that she turned and ran, also very afraid. She probably could sense that he had killed quite a few people."
"No," Ying Zijin replied indifferently, "I've killed people too."
Yu Xuesheng wasn't surprised, "If you killed villains, then they deserved it."
Ying Zijin watched Yun Heyue, gradually becoming lost in thought.
"Miss Ying?" Yu Xuesheng spoke up, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing," Ying Zijin shook her head slightly, "I was reminded of my younger brother."