At that moment, Li Shengxiao suddenly grabbed her left hand, lifted her sleeve, and bent down to examine the scar on the inside of her wrist.
His fingertips gently swept across the scar, skimming over the skin with a touch that felt almost like an electric shock, almost raising goosebumps on Rong Yan.
"This spot… has it had anything before?"
"Huh?"
He looked up, his gaze peculiar, "Like a birthmark or something."
Rong Yan glanced at her own left arm, shook her head, eyes blank, "No, I don't have any birthmarks. I got this while working in a restaurant, accidentally cut by a broken plate. After it scabbed over, it left a faint scar. It's not noticeable and doesn't affect my life, so I left it alone. There was nothing there before it got cut."
Li Shengxiao's eyes slightly narrowed, feeling that there should be something about this place; otherwise, Jiang Chenyue wouldn't have kept looking at the inside of Rong Yan's wrist, as if she wanted to see something there.
