Yan Cheng returned to the study room and rubbed his fingers lightly. He seemed to be reminiscing about the touch just now. There was a slight smile on his face and a determined look in his eyes.
Song Jiaren quickly took out the herbs that she had previously prepared. The herbs were polished into powder and placed in a small bowl. She took a deep breath and used a small knife to cut a wound on her face where the black spots were. When the black blood flowed out, she endured the pain and applied the powder on the wound.
When the powder came into contact with the wound, it caused her to gasp in shock. However, when she thought of Yan Cheng's poison, she felt that it was nothing. She endured the pain and applied the medicine. After that, her head was wrapped like a mummy.
Song Jiaren looked in the mirror. Three days later, she would be able to remove the gauze. By then, her poison would be completely cured.
Her phone suddenly rang.
