Feng Ji looked up at the sky, speechless.
This night, a gentle breeze brushed across the river.
Stars shimmered in the night sky.
Feng Ji finally let her left hand drop gently, wiping lightly across Lin Xiaosu's forehead, her fingers pressing on his eyelids.
Her right hand lifted gently and took off the mask.
She raised her gaze and saw herself in the river water.
This face, she barely recognized anymore.
Before Shenghua Valley's blockade Great Array opened, this face was entirely devoid of flesh, like a skeleton with a barely attached piece of human skin. But now, it had flesh.
Lips red, teeth white, perfect in contour.
However, three large black marks—one on the forehead, two on the cheeks—nearly occupied eighty percent of the facial space, stripping the face of all beauty and making it even more terrifying than before.
