In a silent street in the dark night, the only things vaguely visible were three thousand silver hairs and a pair of cold and terrifying crystal red eyes.
A drop of blood and tears at the corner destined her future rebirth.
After rebirth, she was still cold and bloodthirsty, but her eyes now had a little more desire.
She said: "Death is a better relief than life..."
She said: "The heart that can be shaken is actually the most fragile."
She said: "The strong are not necessarily strong, and the weak are not without merit."
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Every word she said was cold and cold, but in other people's ears it was as valuable as a treasure.