C37 Triptolide

Lin Xuan touched her face in panic, unwilling to believe that the ugly bastard in the mirror who was neither human nor ghost was herself.

"No, no, no, ah …"

Lin Xuan, dressed in a white hospital gown, had a pale, frightened expression on her face. She was using all her strength to scratch at the mottled wounds on her face, and her expression was frantic.

Due to Yang Xuan's urgent treatment