C275 Solitary scar

Ye Xuan then looked at the lady in front of him, the grudges and grudges in the past were like the skin on her face, they slowly crumbled and crumbled, leaving behind scars and devastation.

You... I still don't know how to call you, but I guess the word 'beloved concubine' can't be called anymore.

Without any answer, the man seemed to be dead.

Ye Xuan laughed at himself