"Last time?"
"Yes," Chen An, lost in thought, unintentionally revealed, almost blurting out, "the last time she helped you disable your hand to detoxify, she used this method. That was the first time it was discovered..."
As the words fell, Mo Nanjue's beautiful peach blossom eyes almost squinted into slits.
Last time?
Disable the hand to detoxify?
Her left hand wasn't crippled by accident; she crippled it to help him detoxify?!
The man's thin lips pressed tightly together, even his eyebrows trembled, his sharp gaze like ice blades, nearly carving holes into Chen An.
"..."
Chen An was taken aback seeing him like this, suddenly realizing what he had said.
"Last time," Mo Nanjue's hoarse voice was trembling uncontrollably, "on the island, was it also her who detoxified me?"
