As the mountain wind, laden with a dark purple mist, poured into the cave, a trace of a metallic, sweet taste rose to Ye Fan's throat. He could clearly feel the piece of celadon jade inside his Inner World growing hot, much like the warmth that used to radiate from Qinghuan's palms in their past life when she held a lotus flower up to his nose—except that this warmth was now wrapped in a piercing, razor-sharp edge, as if a fine needle were pricking his soul.
"Master Ye?" Su Qingxue's fingertips brushed lightly against the back of his hand, her body warmth, scented with rouge, seeping through his skin. The cinnabar mole at the corner of her eye flickered in the dim light. "The lotus scent is mixed with the stench of decay, exactly like the toxic pool in the Hanmei Pavilion dungeon that has brewed for ten years."
Ye Fan lowered his gaze and saw her ivory-white fingertips pinching his cuff—while straightening his robes just now, she had stealthily tucked in half a silk handkerchief soaked in detoxifying powder. This action overlapped with the memory of Qinghuan always stuffing osmanthus candies into his bosom in their past life. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed back the "be careful" that had risen to his lips.
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