The thin light was obscured by the trees, and a suffocating chill freely pervaded the surroundings, with a sight so horrifying that it instilled fear in the onlookers.
Lin Hao couldn't bring himself to step forward, as if his feet had taken root on the spot.
Qin Ruan's soothing voice offered comfort: "Hao-brother, your constitution will remain this way for life, but you'll get used to it in due course."
Lin Hao had no other choice but to take this step.
Qin Ruan believed that compared to the Eighteen Layers of Hell, this terrifying sight was benign.
She took Lin Hao's hand and led him to Wei Linchen.
"Mr. Wei, hold his hand."
Wei Linchen looked at the hand Qin Ruan was holding out to him, an expression of aversion flickered across his face.
He looked at Qin Ruan baffled: "Why?"
He had a touch of obsession with cleanliness, rarely coming into physical contact with others.
