"…Wei Bing… How?"
Standing beyond the shades of the mist, Gu Chen looked beyond the fading mist with a horrified look on his face. With what started as an unsure, blurred image, faintly seeing a silhouette, it turned into a clear image of a young woman who had her back against them.
The familiar back of the woman made Gu Chen choke on his feelings. As if reacting to his voice, the woman slowly turned around.
Gu Chen took in a deep breath of cold air and stumbled backward, his face twisting in rage and despair.
"What have they done to you…"
The woman across from him appeared to be in her twenties; every part of her visible skin, including her face, had dark black veins like lines all over it.
Her body looked listless as if all of her blood had been drained.
"Why do you say that… dear." The woman spoke up, her voice cracking as she raised her arm, tilting her head, asking for a hug from her husband. "I have always been like this."
