...But Xiaowei just said that the thing it envied most was "Robbie's blue eyes."
'The Robbie that Xiaowei mentioned and the "Robbie Margaret" in the photograph should be the same person, right?'
The woman in the photo on the wall was turned sideways, talking to someone. Only one of her eyes was visible—and it was, without a doubt, brown.
'What if that eye is one of the face parts I'm looking for...'
'But the eye in the photo should be two-dimensional. How could a three-dimensional eye be disguised as one?'
Even at her height of five-foot-eight, Mai Mingle had to stand on her toes and stretch her arm to reach the photograph posted at the very top. Her fingertips fumbled over the glossy surface for a moment, and despite having braced herself, she couldn't help but gasp.
It was eyelashes—
She could actually feel eyelashes on the photograph.
Beneath them was a slick, moist eyeball. The moment her finger touched it, the eyeball darted away as if startled.
