The woman was definitely a mess before her. Her dark eyes were dull without life, and her face, colorless. Even if she had intentionally put on light make-up, it did not hide the look of sickness.
Despite everything, she realized this woman was still beautiful, especially the pathetic quality about her which was unpretended. It had been forced from within her.
She was obviously in a pitiful and fragile state, but she remained stubborn and dignified as she sat, willing to forge her way through—without a care for the pain that she was bearing. Li Manni finally understood the saying of 'a flying moth that darts into the fire'.
Its destruction was indeed beautiful in that instant. It was so amazing that one would never forget its beauty.
