Qin Yin smirks and laughs, finding these two quite amusing.
However, as soon as she starts to laugh, she notices something familiar about the clothes Jone is wearing. Looking closer, she even notices a mark of a fiery cloud on the hem of the shirt.
The smile on Qin Yin's face freezes.
She remembers that every time she gave Jun Nian a piece of clothing, she would paint an indelible fiery cloud on it as a unique marker of hers. But why would such a piece of clothing end up with Jinxi?
Qin Yin's breathing suddenly gets heavier.
Her hands tightly grip the icy bottle. She's rigid, squinting at the tiny fiery cloud. It is indeed very small and difficult to notice unless one looks carefully. She doesn't know how she was able to spot it on the hem of the shirt.
Qin Yin's voice quivers as she asks, "Whose shirt is this?"
