The Great Devouring

Then, a jumbled mess of memories flooded his mind.,The madame was over forty, her face plastered with thick rouge. The cloying perfume she wore was almost overpowering, and her expression, a ghastly mask of death, made people recoil in disgust. She stood before Liu WuXie, shouting and gesticulating wildly.,"No need, I'll cover the expenses of the loss myself."。