Chapter 290: The Woman In The Stone Coffin

The man wore white robes, his long black hair neatly pinned up with a hairpin, fully exposing his well-defined facial features. This face was so familiar-no one in the world knew it better than I did, because the man carved in the stone was me. His face was exactly like mine, the shape, the eyebrows, the eyes, the nose, the mouth, like we came from the same mold. How could this be? Why was there a carving of me here? The only difference was that the man in the mural had long hair. Jules saw the...