The fingers, slightly cold to the touch, just grazed her back, and Yue Jinghua instinctively frowned.
Chen Jiangyin withdrew his hand in embarrassment, hesitated for a moment, and then cleared his throat, "How long has the mark been transferred to your back?"
"It transferred about a year ago, are you sure, could it be the Black Vine Pearl Flower?" Yue Jinghua donned her clothes and noticed that Chen Jiangyin's expression had turned even gloomier, "Tell me the truth, am I incurably poisoned already?"
"Close your eyes, and I'll help you recover some memory," Chen Jiangyin was at a loss for words and thought it might be better to let Yue Jinghua recall the missing piece herself to understand better why she was poisoned.
Yue Jinghua closed her eyes, and Chen Jiangyin's fingers touched between her eyebrows.
A subtle needle-like sensation entered her body.
Yue Jinghua felt that a part of her mind, always foggy like it was shrouded in haze, was quietly being restored.
