C639 The First Time You Killed a Woman?(1)

Upon losing her veil, the visage of the woman clad in black was suddenly laid bare for all to see.

Before them was a face of bewitching beauty. Her eyebrows were as delicate as new willow leaves in early spring, her eyes as enchanting as peach blossoms in March, and her skin was as fair and tender as if it could yield water with a gentle pinch. Even without a touch of makeup