89 It’s just a medicinal pill 3 (1/2)

The palace maid looked blankly at Jun Wu Xie , her hands full with long lists for herbs, confused on what to do with them and what this Young Miss of the Jun family wants done.

Jun Wu Xie cast a brief fleeting glance, and the little palace maid was so overcome from the chill in those eyes, she immediately turned around, and hastened out the door.

”Your lowly servant shall prepare it.”

”Am I that scary?” Jun Wu Xie asked the cat in her arms, looking at the back of the lowly hunched over form of the servant as she hastened out.

”No, these are people who have weak hearts.” With no one around, the black cat has no need to hide its ability of speech.

People do not know Jun Wu Xie like the little black cat did. She is neither haughty nor superciliously aloof. She just ….. does not know how to get along with others ….. in a normal way.

Just imagine, a person kept alone from birth, it is for certain there will be repercussions on human interrelations.

Jun Wu Xie was locked up thirteen long years, her world had only been herself, growing up amidst the mountains of medicine and treatments, and the cold and lifeless medical equipment.

At that time, she barely spoke two words throughout the years. When the little black cat first met Jun Wu Xie, it thought she was mute, and autistic.

She viewed everything coldly, her eyes never showing a single trace of emotion.

From a young age, she was able to dissect still warm bodies unfeelingly, soaking the still fresh organs in formalin.

The little black cat has always felt, its mistress was just a machine incapable of emotions.

That was till the first time she learned to hate, it burned that cage that had imprisoned her.