C287 Disfigurement

The sharp dagger flashed with a cold light, and in the next instant, a stinging pain came from the side of his face.

Her fair cheeks were blood-red, as if she was a cold plum blossoming in the winter snow.

Shaoqing's tightly clenched nails fiercely embedded themselves into the thin flesh, the churning memories in her mind regressed to the midsummer day two and a half years ago