The voice sounded somewhat strange.
Compared to the previous crisp fairy music, Sister Lu Luo's voice was now a bit hoarse and dry. Although it still sounded like a young woman's voice, it had lost that bird-like clarity.
Her body was completely covered in gauze, including her pretty little face, which was also veiled by the gauze, emitting an unpleasant smell of herbal medicine. One could tell that the treatment process had been painful.
The clothes were still cute and green, but wooden boards were tied up all over her body, making her look a bit like a mummified corpse dressed in clothes. From the gaps, one could see some sewn-up wounds, which for a girl, were undoubtedly the most fatal.
"How come you're just like me, all soft all over, with only your mouth being tough. Don't let a sudden stop rip open those freshly stitched seams."
"Hmph."
