A quaint aura of dust came to my face.

Feng Lin looked at the inside of the house, and there was dust everywhere.

There is a wooden table here, and there is only a wooden chair in front of the table.

On the other side there is a wooden bed, with a person sitting cross-legged on it.

This person is a woman, her skin is as delicate as white jade, and she can't even see her pores.

Her head was covered in white hair, and her head was slumped, and her white hair also drooped, blocking most of her face.

Except for half of her face exposed, everything else was wrapped in a white quilt.

It is more appropriate to describe the quilts as dust, or to describe them as soil.

The woman just sat cross-legged and closed her eyes.

"Senior?" Feng Lin shouted a few steps closer.

But the woman still didn't respond.
Chapter completed!