C42 Tortured Beyond Recognition

Standing in the doorway of the sink, Shen Chuwei squatted down and fiercely washed her face. Only when she felt a temporary suffocation did she stop.

She didn't know where she had gotten the habit lately, but she seemed to like the excitement. It was as if she could forget everything in an instant, forget the existence of Shen Chuwei.

This was understandable. It was a bad thing for her