Ji Qingliu was at a daze while looking at Bai Yuner and Shang Jiuti. She looked at her dirty clothes and the hands which were as shrivelled as an old woman. An extreme unwillingness suddenly engulfed her.
Bai Yuner and Shang Jiuti held guns and they were very beautiful wearing such clean clothes. Compared with these two women, she was just a useless vase. No, she was not even a vase now, but a useless thing and her beautiful face which she was most proud of was gone.
"Brother Chu Han!" Luo Xiaoxiao did not care that much as she just dragged Chu Han`s hands, ignoring the rotten meat in his hands. Unhappiness could clearly be seen on her face as she asked, "Who is she?"