Agarwood Pavilion, inner room.
Returning from Qihao Hall, Su Jin had broken into a sweat.
Feeling uncomfortable all over, she took a bath.
After getting out of the tub, she sat in front of the dressing table, looking at the injury on her neck.
It was a wound slashed by the Heir of Uncle Yongcheng. The scar had already disappeared, and the new skin was pale pink, making it quite conspicuous against her fair skin.
Su Jin applied some ointment to it.
Xie Jingchen walked in and said, "Is the injury not healed yet?"
"It's almost healed," Su Jin replied casually.
"Are you sure it's healed?" Xie Jingchen's gaze intensified.
"...."
The copper mirror reflected Su Jin's slightly blushing face.
Although Xie Jingchen's words were quite ordinary, she caught the implied meaning.
Ever since falling off the cliff, he had been restless.
Although he had never been particularly well-behaved...
His behavior had become much more exaggerated.
