On the day Yun Xi was kicked out of the Yun family, the poison marks on her collarbone burned like a soldering iron. The whole family shed tears, but she only remembered her uncle's trembling hands in his sleeves.
Yaogu has lived incognito for five years, dancing clumsily with his best friend at celebrations.
While spinning, I caught a glimpse of Master being hurriedly asked away - "The Yun family... Was poisoned..."
The light green poison mark on her cousin's wrist is exactly the same as hers back then.
The moment her fingertips pressed against her cousin's poison mark, the poison that had been dormant in her body suddenly came back.
When the wheelchair rolled over the fallen flowers and stopped at the edge of the celebration, the senior brother who had looked at her tenderly had turned white as frost.
"Is it worth it?" He leaned over and tightened the thin blanket around her knees. Yun Xi looked at the dancing crowd and chuckled: "Look, there is spring even above the poisonous marks."
