"Tsk," she said while looking at the pitiful little rabbit, her eyes sparkling with a bright light, and a delicate flower bloomed on the corners of her mouth, her tone gentle, her voice melodious, "It's really cute the way it's struggling in death." It looked even cuter when it died than when it was alive.
There was not a hint of pity in her expression.
Instead, her eyes shimmered with excitement.
The color of the blood was truly beautiful.
The young man standing beside her was smiling, his gaze indulgent as he watched her, not finding anything inappropriate about her behavior.
It wasn't long before the rabbit kicked and gave up the ghost.
"So boring, it died so quickly." Dai Yu said, somewhat disinterested, as she kicked the rabbit's carcass with her foot.
Her pristine white shoes were immediately stained with fresh red blood.