Numb, numb, her legs were numb.
Lin Wan wanted to stand, but the tingling ache in her legs left them powerless, even twisting her face slightly.
She had sat here without moving for more than ten days. Her eyes had remained fixed on the windows and door of the house opposite, barely blinking for days.
Lin Wan could not understand what that person in the house across the way was doing. Why had they stayed inside for so many days without coming out?
Finally, just as Lin Wan was about to lose her patience, the opposite door creaked open.
A woman emerged from the house, a woman as beautiful as Lin Wan, yet entirely different from her.
Lin Wan possessed a kind of morbid beauty—not a sickness of the body, but a sickness of the soul.
This woman, however, possessed the beauty of a compassionate mother. She was so beautiful that no one could harbor even the slightest profane thought toward her; her beauty did not belong to this world.
The moment she saw the woman emerge, Lin Wan hurriedly rose and followed far behind her like some perverted stalker.
The woman wore spotless white robes. With that graceful, willowy bearing, anyone on the street would have been unable to resist giving her a second glance.
Even among the Celestial Race, where beauties gathered like clouds, her beauty still shone like the bright moon, impossible to ignore.
As she walked, she suddenly saw a child collapse by the roadside, blood pouring from his nose and mouth. The child's family was so frightened that they lost all sense of direction, while his mother held him and wept as she begged for help.
"Let me take a look." The woman crouched down and placed her fingers on the child's wrist. After a