Under the darkened sky, apart from the remnants of grass and walls, there was only this silhouette. The twilight outlined her figure, she was so thin, yet her straight posture was like she had thousands of troops behind her.
Liang Zhi staggered to his feet, stepping on the rocky ground, and stumbled forward: "Aunt, is that you?"
"Of course, it's me." Liang Ning stood among the wild grass in the Buddhist hall, "If it weren't me, who else would be here in the middle of the night?"
"Then why can't I see your face?"
She was completely in black, including her face and head.
Liang Ning sat on the broken wall, bent a leg and looked at him: "I was burned by such a big fire, isn't it normal not to let you see my face?"
That's true. It was said that when they found Aunt, there were not many places on her body with intact skin.
His aunt used to be so beautiful!
Even if there was a scar on her face, her brows and eyes were still lovely.
