C1070 Too Ugly
"Great sir, please, please, please —"
Wherever the caravan passed by, there were many homeless refugees in ragged clothes. They carried broken bowls in their hands and begged for a bowl of food to eat.
As they got closer to the Imperial City, the bustling atmosphere that should have belonged to Wang Ting was nowhere to be found.
On the dry and cracked loess, the wind raged, the sand squinted
