Just as Ji Dong was about to start practicing, a breathtakingly beautiful girl in a long yellow dress entered, causing him to stop in his tracks.
Gazing at the girl's delicate face, Ji Dong was momentarily perplexed. Unsure, he asked, "Are you, Ah Jin?"
Indeed, the one who had just entered the room was Ah Jin. This was the first time Ji Dong had seen Ah Jin slightly made up, and her lace-trimmed yellow dress unmistakably accentuated her femininity. Even her normally cold demeanor seemed to have softened. Was this the same Ah Jin who wielded the Eunuch Maker's Big Scissors, with an aura of ruthless killing intent, colder than ice, slaughtering without blinking an eye?
Ah Jin's face turned slightly pink, she responded coldly, "You're awake, how do you feel?"
Realizing his discourtesy, Ji Dong glanced at Ah Jin's clenched fists, fearing she might lash out at him with her scissors. He hurriedly said, "I'm fine, I'm much better. Where am I, and how long was I asleep?"
