C17

It was already three days after they met Nangong Chen.

On the streets of the capital, Feng Yaohua, with her face covered by a veil, lifted it slightly and placed it in her mouth.

The criss-crossing black scars, yellow pustules and some red pimples were vaguely visible. It was a tragic sight.

Hua Yin, who was following behind him, had a sullen expression on her face