C133 The past

Su Yuetong stood still, her disheveled hair cascading down her slender waist. Her face, flawless to the point of perfection, remained as cold and impeccable as ever.

Yet in that moment, Su Yuetong's teeth gently caught her lower lip, a trail of blood tracing her forehead. Her exquisite cheeks were deathly pale as she gazed at the retreating figure of a young man in the distance