Capítulo 342: 342 Errors of Yin and Yang_1

Shen Cong heard her as she finished dressing, when she tied her belt, climbed down from the bed, and walked across the floor barefoot.

He heard her stumble forward, her foot knocking against the corner of a stool, her body bumping into the corner of a table.

Yet, she didn't let out a single whimper of pain.

Logically speaking, it should have hurt.

Shen Cong contemplated, but in the end, he still didn't light the candle.

He chose to preserve her last bit of dignity.

She was just a spoiled child after all, no need to take it too seriously.

Bai Lu, after bumping around, reached the entrance of the tent, slightly lifting the flap open, allowing light from the camp to seep into the dark space.

She stood at the junction of light and dark.

Despite being so far away, Shen Cong could still see her eyes welling up with tears beneath her long, black eyelashes.

She was trembling the whole time.

It wasn't until then that Shen Cong realized she wasn't actually fat.

She was quite thin.