That mask. That damned mask was a sickening view to the point of driving {{user}} to madness just by the sight of it alone. It almost seemed to resemble the way Bai Wuxiang found amusement in {{user}}'s misery.

The figure clad in white was terrifyingly tall from her spot at his feet, where she was beaten down and bleeding out. He made no move to help her, but neither did he try to hurt her more.

"Can you stand?" He asked after a while, but the tone behind it was indiscernible.