Evil Witch Saves the World

"What's this? Are you mesmerized by how beautiful you've become?"

Looking at her daughter's eyes through the mirror, though they appeared dull and lifeless, seeing those familiar features again made White Xue Rou unconcerned about such details. She couldn't contain herself any longer and crouched down to nuzzle against that beautiful face.

"I told you, didn't I? When An'an grows up, she'd definitely be more beautiful than me. I wasn't lying, was I?"

White Xue Rou pressed her face against White An'an's, as if making a comparison, deliberately mimicking the same expression.

Indeed, White An'an's beauty now far surpassed White Xue Rou's. Whether in terms of temperament or from any angle, if White Xue Rou possessed the most beautiful features a normal human could have, then the current White An'an had a divine beauty that only a goddess would possess.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call her the most beautiful person under the starry sky.

But White An'an didn't want this face.

She extended her slender, fair hand and tremblingly touched her face, murmuring:

"No, this isn't me..."

White An'an pinched her cheek, crystalline tears forming at the corners of her eyes. Slowly, she pressed her fingernail against her skin, then suddenly jabbed it.

A trace of fresh blood seeped from the skin. When White Xue Rou saw this, her pupils instantly contracted.

"No! This IS you! The real you!"

White Xue Rou forcefully and quickly interrupted White An'an. She pulled White An'an's hands away, her eyes growing increasingly crimson, as if she absolutely wouldn't allow anyone to damage this face.

At this moment, the way she looked at her daughter was no longer like before, but rather with a strange kind of affection—not the kind one has for a relative or a daughter...

"You mustn't treat yourself this way! There's still time... there's still time."

White Xue Rou tremblingly reached out with both hands to hold her daughter's face, muttering something incomprehensible. Soon, a red thread emerged from her fingertips and burrowed into the skin where White An'an had just scratched herself.

Then, White An'an watched in the mirror as her skin seemed to develop a consciousness of its own, reattaching itself. Her eyes filled with terror.

"Ah..."

White Xue Rou seemed to notice that White An'an was afraid of her. She suddenly suppressed the frightening side she had just displayed and gently picked her up.

"I'm sorry, An'an. Mommy accidentally scared you just now. But An'an, you need to understand mommy, alright? Don't hurt yourself, okay?"

While White Xue Rou's words sounded like questions and persuasion, between the lines, White An'an only heard two words:

"Punishment."

White Xue Rou was actually giving her a chance. If she didn't obey, she would be locked in the flower again until she complied.

Thinking about the time spent inside the rose, fear once again filled White An'an's heart, causing her to unconsciously repeat the words she had already said thousands of times.

"Mommy, I was wrong..."

Hearing these words, White Xue Rou's brow relaxed, turning into a smile as she happily kissed White An'an's cheek.

"Mm, my daughter is so good. It's getting late now, let's go have breakfast together~"

Now that White An'an had grown up, White Xue Rou no longer carried her daughter downstairs. Instead, she set her down and held her hand as they descended.

White An'an wanted to resist, but for some reason, her slender, fair hands seemed to lack any muscle, and she couldn't stop White Xue Rou at all.

In the end, only the maid remained in the room.

In the half month since she had been freed, White An'an felt that her days had returned to how they were on the first and second day: having breakfast with White Xue Rou, then waiting at the manor with the maid when White Xue Rou went out.

Then it was lunch, an afternoon nap, dinner after waking up, watching some strange movies, and finally bathing before returning to the bedroom to sleep with White Xue Rou.

Of course, being tormented by White Xue Rou in various bizarre ways before sleep still happened. However, White An'an was surprised to discover that after her hair had turned white, her tolerance for pain had significantly increased.

If before it had been excruciating pain like being eaten by insects, now it was merely like being pricked by a thousand needles—much more bearable.

However, this treatment only lasted for a week. After that, White Xue Rou, perhaps seeing how obedient White An'an had become, stopped punishing her and simply slept normally.

Apart from this, the major difference from before was that White An'an had become increasingly dependent on White Xue Rou. As soon as White Xue Rou left her field of vision, she would involuntarily feel anxious, especially when White Xue Rou went out in the morning.

But soon, White An'an found a solution. The blue twin-tailed doll came in handy. When White Xue Rou left, she would instinctively hold it, whether going to the bathroom or shopping with the maid. She would always bring it along. The white sun-shaped hair accessory was the same—White An'an would wear it whenever she felt her hair was too bare.

Just as White Xue Rou had said, she really did use all these things, except for the last one. White An'an never figured out what that thing was for, even at the end.

But White An'an attributed all of this to the aftereffects of being confined for a year. After losing her sense of touch and sight, what was wrong with hugging a plush doll or dressing herself up more now that she was free?

After all, she now appeared to be a girl on the outside, so hugging dolls wasn't embarrassing. As long as she remained a man at heart!

This was how White An'an comforted herself, but whenever White Xue Rou returned early and discovered her, she would still blush and make excuses for herself.

During this time, White An'an felt that White Xue Rou had truly reverted to how she was when she first brought her here—a gentle and beautiful mother, with her as the obedient and sensible daughter.

But whenever White An'an developed such thoughts, her white-haired, blue-eyed reflection in the mirror constantly reminded her:

White Xue Rou was not a gentle and caring mother but a terrifying witch, and she was not some sensible daughter.

White An'an still remembered that what she wanted most now was not to be close to White Xue Rou, but to find a way to contact Gu Xue.

Although she was currently in the tiger's den, she would eventually get out. Before then, she wanted to ensure that people outside hadn't forgotten about her.

To contact Gu Xue, she needed contact information and an electronic device. The contact information was relatively simple; during these peaceful days, White An'an had already obtained the phone number Gu Xue had left for her through sister Yan.

But getting an electronic device that could contact the outside world was more difficult. Through her observations over these days, White An'an learned that apart from White Xue Rou's phone, there was no second device in the entire manor that could connect with the outside world. The television couldn't, and sister Yan didn't have a second phone.

White An'an had previously directly asked White Xue Rou for her phone, saying she wanted to chat with friends. But when she mentioned Gu Xue's name, White Xue Rou's expression would become terrifying, making her afraid to ask again.

It was strange, since there had been no reaction when she had directly asked for Xue Xue's phone number before...

But this couldn't stop White An'an, who had the mental age of twenty-four. She would act coquettishly in White Xue Rou's arms every day, saying she wanted to use the phone to watch movies. However, White Xue Rou was quick, unlocking the phone so fast that she couldn't even see clearly.

Finally, after enduring several days of watching embarrassing movies as the price, she managed to memorize White Xue Rou's phone password digit by digit.

Next, she only needed to find an appropriate opportunity to steal White Xue Rou's phone.

Once she got the phone, she could not only contact Gu Xue but might even be able to call the police!

Though White An'an showed no signs of wanting to escape, in her heart, she had wanted to flee from this witch of a mother since the first day she was released.