Cheong looked at Yoo-ryang’s youthful face.

It was a bizarre scene: a pretty girl completely covered in blood, droplets falling from her lips, with the heart she clutched tightly in her hand—a now lifeless piece of flesh.

Hmm. It looks like a precious child of mine.

She had seen countless types like this.

Growing up in an environment where everything went according to her wishes, for Yoo-ryang, every word she spoke had likely turned into truth.

Calling Eon Yeon-young a smelly and suspicious corpse girl was undoubtedly true. Of course, aside from the smell, it was accurate, but they say …