She had loved beauty all her life. The medicine she took before her death was to prevent swelling; she was afraid of dying ugly.
But now, her back would never be the same, flawless as before...
Seeing her like this, Casiano's heart stopped beating instantly, and his handsome face turned pale.
He threw away the umbrella in his hand, knelt in front of her, his trembling hand wanted to hold her, but didn't know where to start.
The wedding dress on her back had already corroded into ash, skin burned to a crisp, clearly visible bones exposed.
Such a severe injury made Casiano's heart ache so much that tears suddenly fell.
He lifted his trembling hand helplessly, touched her face...
Alla was instantly in cold sweat from the pain, "Don't, don't touch me... it hurts..."
Casiano quickly let go of his hand, opened his thin lips, but couldn't make a sound.
A pair of peach blossom eyes reflecting her pale face were filled with heartache.
