If someone were here, they would see that Ye Wudao's back was covered with numerous scars, all appearing in lines, with some resembling centipedes, almost over ten centimeters in length, and others even as large as a fist. It was hard to imagine the terrifying ordeals Ye Wudao had been through.
Fortunately, Ye Wudao had no scars on the front of his torso; they were all on his back, so even if he took off his clothes, as long as no one saw his back, these horrific scars would go unnoticed.
Ye Wudao didn't pay attention to these scars, otherwise, he would have found a way to get rid of them long ago, as this would have been a simple task for him.
Just when Ye Wudao was about to go to bed, he was startled to discover an additional person, a woman, lying there, which made him cringe in fright, protectively using both hands to cover himself.
"Su Xin, what are you doing on my bed?" Ye Wudao exclaimed in shock.
