Painted Skin | A Demon Wears Her Face

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The road out of Taiyuan stretched long and empty under a dying autumn sun.

Wang Sheng walked alone, his shadow dragging thin and tired behind him. He was a scholar of modest reputation, the kind of man who had read every classic but never passed an examination that mattered. That morning he had buried his last hope of official appointment at the provincial office, and now he carried nothing but dust on his sleeves and a hollow ache where ambition used to live.

Demon on Evil Genius

Painted Skin | A Demon Wears Her Face