The trembling of the fingertips could not subside for a long time in the cuffs that no one could see.
Shen Ruowei stood there, the sunlight stretching her shadow thin, but the warmth did not penetrate into her heart at all. Only the invisible sense of oppression left by Gu Yanshen's departure enveloped her heavily. He knew it, how could he know the "Nine-turn Golden Needle"? That was the last trump card left to her by her mother. It was a secret hidden in the fragments of the medical code that even the Shen family might not know. His understatement was like the most precise scalpel, cutting through all the pretense she thought was solid.
