The Consequences of Being Isolated

Hearing Belina's fawning, Kanasan's expression was cold and indifferent, and she was unwilling to pay attention to her. She coldly said, "Don't listen to me. If you had listened to me, your hands would be the same as mine now. Look at how good you are now. You're not injured at all. You're all white and tender. How good-looking!"

As she spoke, she raised her rotten left hand. There didn't seem to be much flesh left, and it carried a stench.

Belina was startled. She couldn't help but wrinkle her nose when she smelled the stench on her hand, but she still pretended to be calm and said, "Kanasan, you're too strong. Let me bandage you up."

Kanasan scoffed. "You looked at my hand and think it's disgusting, so you're asking me to bandage it up!" Kanasan glared fiercely at Belina. "Don't follow me. I think you're disgusting too!"