An Ning sat up in bed and stretched, but the cool touch on her neck made her pause for a moment.
An Ning reached out to grasp the item around her neck, her expression instantly deflating.
Oh no, when Sikong Wuyou had immobilized her pressure points last night, he hung this thing around her neck, and after he released the hold, she was so absorbed in her anger that she forgot to return it to him.
And so she ended up sleeping the night with it on.
Once again holding the jade pendant in her hand, An Ning looked down at it.
The pendant had a crystalline shine, and under the light from outside, the blood-red color seemed almost to flow.
The red cord threaded through the pendant wasn't particularly remarkable, just an ordinary cord that didn't even look new—it appeared to have been worn before.
An Ning's face flushed instantly.
