Xia Ling sat up and wiped away her tears. "Bai Xue, what's wrong?"
Bai Xue shook her head. The person who sealed your memories was really skillful. I forced my way in and may have injured myself, but don't worry. I'll just go to the hospital for some medicine."
"I'll go with you."
"There's no need…"
"Bai Xue, you got hurt because of me. I have to go with you," Xia Ling insisted.
…
In the hospital.
Xuan Ying stood in the corridor with Sikong Heng in front of him.
Sikong Heng was the owner of an apothecary and had just returned from a meeting regarding his business. He had a gray checkered coat on, with a black vest over a custom-made white shirt underneath. His every move was elegant and professional and he looked mesmerizing.
Sikong Heng handed the report over to Xuan Ying. "Silver Mask King, I can confirm that your mother has been poisoned."
