Baili Xia couldn't clearly explain what it was, as if something in the dark connected the two of them.
It seemed to be a kind of life-and-death dependent connection.
Her gaze fell on the scarred face so close to hers; for the first time, she looked at Wu Ming so carefully.
The scarred face vaguely revealed former beauty.
A sharp silhouette, enticing thin lips, a high nose, and domineering eyebrows.
What did Wu Ming look like before? He must have been a handsome man too, right?
Thinking about this, Baili Xia suddenly realized she seemed to know very little about him.
All she knew was that Wu Ming was Uncle's subordinate, and he was exceptionally skilled.
His face was disfigured, hence the scars.
Regarding other matters, she knew nothing.
She didn't ask, and he didn't say.
Yet this person, whom she didn't understand, saved her life time and again.
Even if rescuing her meant risking his own life.
Baili Xia raised her hand, her soft fingers gently touching the scars.
