C379 Chapter 379

Moh Yao didn’t just look rough—she looked wrecked.

Her hair was sticky and matted, still carrying the metallic stink of blood. Her face was smeared with it, too. The only thing on her was a long robe that still showed a hint of its original color. No shoes—she stood there barefoot.

“Thanks,” she said.

“No problem.”

Before long, they reached the city. The girl kindly pointed to the back seat