Chuzheng faced the mirror, examining the wound on her back with difficulty.
The wound looked somewhat terrifying.
After all, the original owner was a Guardian Angel, and even though she was now a mere human, her healing ability should be much stronger than an average person. It should be better in a couple of days.
Chuzheng put on her clothes.
The wind lifted the sheer curtains from the floor.
The lights in the room went out at the same time.
In the mirror, Chuzheng saw the black wings gradually emerging outside the window.
Such huge wings!!
Alive!
I haven't gone looking for you yet, and here you are coming to me!
Bastard!
How dare you slash my wings!
Chuzheng turned around, gazing straight out the window at Sang Meng.
Sang Meng landed on the balcony, her wings disappeared, and the two looked at each other through the fluttering sheer curtains.
Sang Meng was a Fallen Angel; the aura she emitted was one of darkness and death.
