But why had Ye Feimo changed his face? Wen Nuan was utterly confused. Just as she tried to get up, she pulled on the wound in her leg, wincing in pain, and closed her eyes. Damn it!
Besides the leg wound, her shoulder also throbbed with a burning pain.
Not knowing where she was, she couldn't help but feel a little panicked. As Wen Nuan grew anxious, the door opened, and a young woman entered carrying a tray. She wore a white shirt and black pants, her long hair flowing. She had a face that could topple nations, and most strikingly, she possessed a pair of shimmering, beautiful violet eyes, incredibly stunning, like the color of a lavender field, yet also slightly translucent. Her brows exuded a valiant spirit, yet she lacked no charm.
