Yan Jing dragged her sandals while heading to Hua Yan’s room after she hung up the phone. Seeing Hua Yan being all curled up while her back was against the wall with the lamp beside her bed still lighting up her knitted face, Yan Jing could tell from a glance that Hua Yan lacked any sense of security. She walked over and pulled the blanket before gently putting Hua Yan’s hand back in, then bent down to peck Hua Yan’s forehead with affection filling her eyes.

Coming back down the living room, Yan Jing went to the liquor cabinet but did not touch the alcohol and chose the herbs that were brewed by the housekeeper after a brief pondering; the prescription that Su Tao had written for her, which had been extremely effective. Even the pain that she would feel on her abdomen on cold days had turned better. With the further help of the Beautifying Cream, the scar had also faded by a lot. Sometimes, she would wonder, wouldn’t she just be the Poisonous Widow in name alone if the scar completely disappeared one day, since there wouldn’t be any venom on her spider tattoo?

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