At the peak of her youth, with a graceful figure, even though she was now disheveled and distressed, her delicate frame still evoked longing. However, her face was covered by a veil, obscuring most of it.,As they spoke, the blade tip grazed Mo Wu's forehead wound, which was still dripping blood, poised to slice down...,His pupils began to contract rapidly. The next second, a memory buried deep in his mind exploded in his consciousness like fireworks.。