C73 A Portrait of Madame Laure(9)

The warm yellow light shone on the side of her face, the quilt covering her chin, her hair disheveled on the pillow.

The words between his eyebrows did not fade, and the vague whispers followed his eyebrows.

Wai Heng treated the wounds on his body and looked up from time to time to see if Chung Jingchen was well. It was not a simple matter to go to the basement. He relied on Ms