The sun was scorching hot outside the safety of the window while in the restaurant it was cool and agreeable. Lu Jia'er was sitting quietly opposite Jin Xiangdong.
In the past, Lu Jia'er had been indifferent to every man regardless of how handsome he might be, because once she had read their thoughts, she became uninterested at best and thoroughly disgusted with some guys at worst.
She could not read the heart of this Jin Xiangdong who was in front of her, and her little heart began to lose its normal rhythm as she watched him have his meal.
But those matters were secondary. What made Lu Jia'er most curious at this moment was Jin Xiangdong's arm that he expended so much effort to hide last time.
When Lu Jia'er met with him that morning, she had noticed this detail, so Lu Jia'er decided to voice her question and asked, "Why does the scar on your arm disappear?"
