"I can remember, I really can. Next time I will surely remember," Xun Hui hurriedly swore, "If I forget again... ah..." Before she could finish, she screamed in pain.
Yang Ruxin put away the dagger and took out a bottle. She sprinkled the medicinal powder inside onto the wound on Xun Hui's hand: "This wound will scar. Whenever something happens, look at this scar and you'll know what to do... My patience is limited; don't exhaust it..."
Xun Hui's eyes were originally filled with tears of sorrow—her daughter had actually stabbed her. But now, tears flowed from the searing pain. The wound itself wasn't that painful, a mere bleeding scratch, something that happened often. However, after the powder was applied, the bleeding stopped, but the pain was excruciating.
