"Niannian… come out..." The mother's head moved while her voice sounded from behind her head. However, before another noise was uttered, the neck was slit, and blood splattered on the clothes and Tang Ernian's face. The head and body fell onto the floor, and what lied behind the mother was the woman in a golden hanfu.
Her eye-mouth gazed down at the man hiding inside the closet. In her perception, she was looking at a rather vulnerable young man bathing in his tears and urine. Perhaps, if he was a little older like his brother, he would have been just a man who deserved to be in her collection. However, right now, she had directives. Everyone must die, and it was such a shame that this man would never grow older.
"I like… face..." She smiled with the shape of the mouth curling up while the eye moved to curl up. Her bloodied hand then reached out to caress his cheek. "But… too young… not good for me..." Her fingers stopped just around the lower jaw. "Sorry."