After the first experience, Song Jingchen didn't panic anymore. He quietly waited for her in the room for the entire day.
Shen Yijia woke up at noon on the fifth day. She blinked when she met Song Jingchen's tired eyes.
Her first reaction was not to care about him, but to quickly check if there were any strange symptoms on her body, in case Song Jingchen realized that something was wrong.
Fortunately, there wasn't any. Shen Yijia heaved a sigh of relief.
Song Jingchen stared at her with a strange expression.
"What, what's wrong?" Shen Yijia stroked her face and asked uneasily.
Song Jingchen remained silent. He turned around and brought the bronze mirror on the dressing table to Shen Yijia.
"Ah!" Shen Yijia screamed.
She suddenly had a fiery red flower bud that was not much bigger than a rice grain between her eyebrows. She had never seen that pattern before.
