It's been half a month since the last time I was in the light. Suddenly seeing the brightness, Shen Qingkong instinctively raised her arm to shield her eyes.
The clothes on her that had turned so black that their original color was lost were pulled up, exposing Shen Qingkong's face full of holes, her hands, shins, and feet to everyone present.
But those holes were just a surface condition. What lay beneath the clothes, one dared not even imagine.
The old man couldn't bear to look and, seeing that Ah Cheng had no further orders, silently turned back into the house.
Chi Jingxuan and Ah Cheng both wore expressions of indifference.
To Chi Jingxuan, for what Shen Qingkong had done, her dying a hundred or thousand times wouldn't be enough to erase the hatred in his heart. In front of this, what could this little scene amount to?
