Absolute and Unconditional
"I don't know why you're laughing. There is nothing funny about getting slow-roasted by eons of evil karma. It hurts like a bitch and will fuck you up in irreparable ways," perhaps confused by Wen Xinzhui's merry reaction, Huan Yi said.
"I'm sorry it's just…the way you combine refined speech and vulgar language in day-to-day talk is…unusual—especially from one that looks so noble." Once more amused by the Demon Child's speech format, Wen Xinzhui put her hand over her lips, restraining a chuckle.
"Oh. You're the first person to notice that in a very…very long time. It's a habit I picked up growing up between slaves and their masters. Glad it amuses you. Having fun at others' expense is a fair occupation," Huan Yi said in a casual tone, but startled by the possibility that the Demon Child had misinterpreted her laugh, Wen Xinzhui kowtowed immediately, trembling as she spoke:
"I wasn't…"