g out a small piece with his index finger.Fu Mo Han raised his arm, Lin Jin Ran lowered her eyes to see the scars on him. They weren't just on his wrist but also on his forearm with some red marks.The...one hourthe door."Bang." a sound.The rusted gate, weathered by years of exposure, collapsed under its own weight, sending a cloud of dust into the air.Fu Mo's face was cold and sharp, as gloomy as ice. He ig...