บท 392: CHAPTER 358

The medical staff accepted Kendall's advice and went to treat Norman's wound.

Norman looked at Kendall's back and trembled violently.

Although they were in the hot African savannah, they felt an icy chill, as if they were in a world of ice and snow.

"Ms. Parker, I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you, I..." he trembled and wanted to apologize to Kendall.

Kendall ignored him and left in another hot air balloon ahead of time.

On the hot air balloon, Kendall, who had taken off her veil, leaned against the hanging basket, one hand casually placed on the edge, feeling the wind blowing from afar.

She closed her eyes, and there were bloodstains from the lion on her face and clothes.

This should have been sloppy or scary, but paired with her overly delicate face, it had a thrilling and captivating beauty.

To use a more popular term, this was called battle-damaged makeup, which was particularly alluring.