Ye Boran’s appearance did not even draw a glance from Long Chen. Without acknowledging him, Long Chen walked straight toward the frail young woman.0

Only then did that young woman raise her head. Her disheveled hair parted just enough to reveal a face covered in warped, centipede-like stripes.0

Even Long Chen was caught off guard.0

This young woman looked no older than fifteen or sixteen. Her expression was filled with resentment, but she had kept her head lowered so no one would see it.0

Upon seeing Long Chen, she whispered, “Are… are you Long Chen? The one Big Sister Tianrui often talked about?”1

Long Chen nodded. At this distance, he could sense the wounds hidden beneath her thin, threadbare clothes. And seeing how she clutched those two chests as though her...0