C1341 Transfer

She had never seen such a look.

There was a smile on her face, but there was no warmth in her eyes. There was only endless ice and coldness.

No, it couldn't be described like that.

It should be the aura of death.

Right, it didn't have the slightest bit of vitality. It was the way it looked at a dead person.

Thinking of this, the receptionist felt her legs start to soften. In the end