"I am not pregnant." Guan Yao spoke suddenly, her voice grating harshly in the silent safehouse.
She yanked open her tactical vest, revealing a flat lower abdomen devoid even of stretch marks. "I have never been in an intimate relationship." Aunt Qīng's gaze swept over the cinnabar mole on her collarbone, lingering as if she had more to say.
Guan Yao suddenly recalled her brainwave scan at the MIT laboratory—whenever she touched the iron chest, her hippocampus would become abnormally active, as if retrieving memories that did not belong to this era.
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