Yun Qingluo was completely stunned. She let him take off her clothes, and let his cool fingertips touch her wounds. He asked, "Qingluo, can you remove this spelled sword?"
Yun Qingluo nodded. She was a conjurer. This spelled sword was mixed with her own blood and some other spells so she could definitely remove the curse and took it off her body.
She backhanded to hold the tip of the sword and pulled the sword out quickly.
Of course, it was a very painful process.
She lied on the bed and almost fainted.
The purple-clothed man had flexible fingers and he started to wipe her wounds and applied some medicine…
Yun Qingluo stared at him. This man looked exactly like Di Fuyi. His height, his facial features, his fingers and everything were exactly the same as the man in her dreams, whom she would never attain.
How about the face behind the mask?
She suddenly raised her hand and took off his mask!
