Sun Hang suddenly felt a wave of anger.
He really wanted to grab that finger and snap it in half.
"Damn, I must be a complete psychopath subconsciously," Sun Hang muttered to himself, "and the kind with tendencies for extreme violence and destruction."
"No, you're not," Anna said softly, as if she could see through Sun Hang's inner thoughts. "Mom is not a psychopath... Those are just negative emotions belonging to this inferior human race, they influenced mom... Those dregs in the emotions and memories you absorbed... But for some abominations, these things are the sweetest nourishment."
Sun Hang said nothing, his gaze shifted past Anna and looked into the distance.
Time that had been stagnant started to flow again at some point; the two young women pushing a stroller took the child out, the diaper-wrapped human infant was falteringly trying to walk with the help of its mother, while an older little girl was watching them with interest.
