Han An's eyes widened in alarm, and she was visibly shaken. She didn't know what Zhong Niangyao meant, but a sheer panic rose from the depths of her heart. It was as if something pivotal to her entire life was about to unfold.
Zhong Niangyao's lips curved into a splendid smile before she casually extended her finger and lightly tapped in Han An's direction. The act seemed so absent-minded, as if it was just a trivial matter.
Before Han An could even understand what had happened, she felt a slight sting spread through her body. The pain was light, yet she felt as if something was being stripped away from her.
Quickly, a small light emerged from her brow and soared out.
Zhong Niangyao twisted her wrist, and that small light flew straight into her hand.
Watching the small light hovering above Zhong Niangyao's palm, an endless fear spread deep in Han An's heart, leaving her feeling utterly empty inside. She cried out with a trembling voice, "Mine, that's mine."
