BeiDou (9)

As the nails emerged, BeiDou couldn't help but feel a sense of horror and repulsion, but before long, she couldn't think about that. An unbearable itch arose. It was the type of itch where the longer you ignored it, and the more you tried to suppress it, the worse it became, to the point that one could no longer control themselves and would find themselves scratching. But worst of all, the itch wasn't on her. It was on her mother, who was lying on the ground in front of her. As if their skin and flesh were connected, BeiDou felt the itch not coming from any part of herself but the tender flesh of her mother.