The woman had been covering her face with a silk scarf, but now, sitting before Ye Zhixing, she was forced to remove it.
Though she was not yet fifty, her face looked like the bark of an old tree—withered, wrinkled, and skin pulled tight against the bone. By all appearances, she looked like an old woman of eighty.
Ye Zhixing did not frown because of her ruined face; she had already anticipated this. It was something else she sensed on the woman that drew her concern.
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