She stroked her flawless cheek with her hand, and her red nails gently scratched the thin foundation.
The sharp tip of the nail cut the skin, and a drop of blood overflowed and flowed down the cheek.
The stunning woman's eyes were hazy, and her mind seemed to have returned to some past events. She asked quietly, "Does my face look good?"
The puppet maid standing upright beside her, with a dull expression, spoke stiffly: "The master is always beautiful."
The stunning woman snorted coldly and moved her slender fingertips.
The wooden head fell from above and rolled on the table, as if it had been crushed, with dense cracks spreading across it.
"I created you. You are clearly unconscious, so why can you say such hypocritical words?"
"You can clearly see the ugly truth behind this face, so why do you still say such things?"
The stunning woman spoke softly, her eyes as cold as a deep pool under the moonlight.
"The master always looks good."
Even though her head was about to be shattered into pieces, the puppet maid still responded with these words.
The stunning woman lost her amusement and flipped her head off, rolling into a dark corner.
At this time, a puppet maid walked in from the curtain beside her and said, "Master, there are still six hours left before the Nightmare Train arrives at the rest area."
"Rest area..."
The stunning woman looked at the night outside the train and thought of something.
"Is it Midnight City?"
"Yes."
Hearing this, her red lips curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile...
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