Chuzheng had a strange crescent-shaped pattern on her wrist.
This pattern was identical to the one on Dong Lin's wrist, except his was slightly larger, and Chuzheng's was slightly smaller.
This was just now...
Dong Lin had created it suddenly when she was off guard.
Chuzheng didn't feel anything different and didn't know what it was for.
Dong Lin stared at the pattern for a good while, his long lashes shielding the emotions in his eyes: "It's just a contract..."
Chuzheng asked further: "What kind of contract?"
Dong Lin: "To let me know where you are, whether you are safe..." transferring the harm to his body.
Dong Lin didn't say the latter part, thinking it unnecessary.
"Is that all?"
Dong Lin nodded: "Can you let go of me now?"
Chuzheng pondered for a moment, and with a flick of her finger, the silver thread released Dong Lin, slowly retracting from his hand back to her wrist.
