Yue Zhilan returned to the cave-dwelling with a heart full of expectations.
Li Nanfeng had just sobered up from his drunken stupor and looked up to see a strange woman filled with anticipation.
His face changed instantly, and he grabbed Yue Zhilan by the throat, demanding fiercely, "Who are you! Why are you here?"
Yue Zhilan was startled and tried to grab Li Nanfeng's hand to explain something.
But Li Nanfeng was using too much force; she couldn't speak at all.
Li Nanfeng, observing Yue Zhilan's pained expression, vaguely sensed a hint of familiarity.
He released Yue Zhilan expressionlessly.
"Nanfeng, it's me, it's me," Yue Zhilan said hastily.
Li Nanfeng looked at her with a gloomy expression: "Are you Yue Zhilan?"
Yue Zhilan managed to muster a smile: "Nanfeng, it's me."
Li Nanfeng's face turned unsightly: "What happened to your face?"
He brought this woman back solely for her appearance, didn't he?
Now, she doesn't even have that face anymore, so what use is she?
