Lost in thought, she picked up her chopsticks and tasted the dishes she had ordered.
Shi Chun asked in turn, "What brought you here? Did you come to watch the excitement too?"
He was curious because this woman's icy demeanor hardly suggested someone who enjoyed a spectacle.
Mulan Qingqing had wanted to say she had come to ask him that very question, but as the words reached her lips, they felt inappropriate. Instead, she said, "The Divine Fire Domain only opens once every two or three hundred years. Since I happened to be born in time for it, I ought to come and see. I happened to hear you were here too."
In truth, she had come because she heard he was here. Her main purpose was to ask how he would keep their appointment if something happened to him.
There was another question she simply did not know how to voice. She wanted to ask, but even before coming, she had known she would not be able to bring herself to say it.
How could she get rid of the palm print on her chest?
Whenever she bathed, she could see that palm print on her chest. No amount of scrubbing removed it, no spell to restore her flesh helped, and every high-grade healing medicine she tried proved useless. So far, it caused no injury, harm, or sensation whatsoever, but it remained on her body. More than half a year had passed, and it seemed a little fainter, yet also seemed unchanged.
How could this happen? She had never heard of any palm strike leaving someone in such a state, and searching ancient texts had yielded no solution.
She was a woman. How was she supposed to bear having something like that on her chest? What if it never