On his pale skin, fine black lines outlined a tattoo of a small black snake coiled around a pear blossom.
Not long ago, Jiang Qingli had often touched it, feeling a pang of regret that she hadn't drawn it more perfectly.
Looking at it now, however, a chill ran down her fingertips.
'How is Ye Linyuan here? And how did he end up like this? Why is his mark gone, too?'
In disbelief, Jiang Qingli took a step forward, subconsciously trying to get a clearer look.
She must have bumped into something, because a strange sound suddenly echoed from the empty space around her.
It sounded like something heavy scraping against a surface.
Through her earpiece, Baili Jing asked frantically, "What's wrong, babe—"
Before he could finish, the line went dead.
The signal had been cut off.
Jiang Qingli had anticipated this possibility before she arrived, so she didn't panic.
