Chapter 34 The Filthblood Reaper_1

Hearing Veronica's exclamation, Aiden just calmly glanced at her, "She has been living next to you this whole time, and you only just noticed?"

Veronica looked at Avansa, who was shrinking in her cell, with a face full of shock. When she was in jail as a death row inmate, she had never paid attention to the other prisoners.

At that time, she had no desire to interact much with these criminals, so she also never noticed that the girl next door was so young—she appeared to be no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing the smallest size prison uniform, with bandages wrapped around her face and hands.

Avansa felt her gaze and turned her head to look over, her expression calm like a pool of stagnant water, "Is there something?"

"No…" Veronica subconsciously shook her head.

Avansa mechanically turned her face back and continued to stare at the wall opposite her bed.