Baili An listened to her complaints, unable to decide whether to laugh or cry, and could only comfort her: "Su Jing is not a god, I've changed my appearance dramatically, how could she recognize me at a glance?
Upon reflection, the reason she could recognize me early might be because of this mark on my arm."
As he spoke, Baili An raised his arm, revealing the two red dot marks where the White Dragon had bitten him.
This mark is a spirit contract, etched into bone and soul, difficult to erase even through reincarnation.
It's no surprise Su Jing could confirm his identity with it.
Yin Baishuang's gaze dropped, staring at the mark on his arm, her eyes suddenly deep, her dark apricot eyes like a smoldering mist.
Perhaps sensing her strange mood, Baili An asked, "What's wrong? Is something amiss?"
Yin Baishuang removed the thoughtful look from her eyes, narrowed her beautiful apricot eyes, scrutinizing Baili An with a sudden change of tone:
