Under the faint halo of light, Arao's long and thick eyelashes concealed the light near her brows and eyes, revealing only half of her bewitchingly beautiful face in the shadows.
Her lips were red and her teeth white, her appearance flowed softly in the faint smoky haze, resembling that of a young girl.
"Ning Feiyan can give you one mark, I can give you a hundred, a thousand.
The marks she left on you, I can strip away, but the ones I leave, she neither has the right nor the courage to erase."
When she spoke these words, she was smiling, her voice was gentle, but her eyes seemed to contain a pool of still water.
Seeing Baili An struggling and angry, she wasn't as pleased as her smile suggested.
The pain at his waist slowly receded, and only after the intense numbness and soreness dissipated did Baili An realize the tearing pain in his chest.
He stopped struggling and looked down at the skin where Ning Feiyan's name had once been, now forcibly torn away, leaving a shallow scab.
