North Street, in an extremely remote courtyard.
At this moment, there was a man and a woman sunbathing in the courtyard. The woman was sitting in a wheelchair, her hands and feet drooping weakly, and there were extremely obvious scars on her wrists.
It was obvious that she had her hands and feet broken in an extremely cruel way.
Besides the fact that her hands and feet were terrifying, the woman's originally bright and noble face now had a long scar across it.
It went all the way from the right side of her forehead to the bridge of her nose.
It destroyed the woman's beautiful face in an extremely simple and violent way.
Even so, the woman's every move did not show any signs of inferiority. She raised her head and looked at the kite that flew out of nowhere in the distance. The corners of her lips curled up into a perfect smile.
It was supposed to be a beautiful smile.
