Liang's gaze involuntarily darted to her wrist, where he spotted a fresh scar. What struck him was that it was the same scar he had been glancing at moments ago, hidden beneath the fabric of her sleeve. It wasn't an old wound but appeared to be in the process of healing. His eyes traced the length of that scar, and for a brief moment, he couldn't help but wonder how it had come to be. It was a mark that spoke of recent events, a mystery he was eager to unravel.
As he analyzed the scar, Inspector Ivy deftly adjusted her wristwatch to conceal another, smaller wound on her wrist. Liang's curiosity got the better of him, and he couldn't resist asking about it, feigning concern. "What happened to you here, ma'am?"
