I don’t know when to start, he has a little more evil on his face. His eyes are ambiguous, like two icicles of light on my face, looking for the gap in my heart. When he focused on a point on me, my face was as hot as a layer of pepper. I didn’t feel guilty. I just felt unnatural, which made me anxious and always avoided. He seemed to believe that, from my surface, he could peek into the secret inside, and he was sure to win for me.