The black cloak was barren and the thick fabric could not conceal the nature of a dead bone. Even in the night when the fingers were out of sight, the gloom of the white bone was astonishing.

I've imagined many times what the original shape of the incomplete beauty is like, but it's a bit ordinary. It's not much different from the skeleton shelf in the hospital. The skeleton in front of me should look fuller and more true. The plastic odor of formalin is gone, and the odor of putrefied corpses is replaced by the odor of putrefied noses.

Ye Cheng looked up and down at the beauty of...