"..."
The bedroom was silent, with only the rustling sound of the wind stirring the leaves outside the window.
It was eerily quiet.
Qiu Man turned around from in front of the dressing mirror. She slowly placed the ox horn comb down, her face the picture of complete confusion, "What? How could your token have been taken by me?"
As she spoke, she smiled faintly, her tone genial, "Wasn't the token something you carelessly lost and was picked up by the evil doctor?"
"Your right hand," Ying Zijin remained unmoved, composed, "See if black patterns have appeared on it."
Qiu Man instinctively looked at her right hand, only to find nothing there.
Two seconds later, she realized what was happening, her expression turning icy, "You're deceiving me?!"
"Oh, sorry," Ying Zijin's apology lacked any sincerity, her tone dismissive, "I miscounted by three seconds, three, two, one."
As the last word dropped, a heart-wrenching pain shot through her right hand, and Qiu Man's expression shifted.
