Chen Lin brought her fingertip close and gently pricked it, her entire body shivering for a moment, a hint of white appearing in her eyes.
After scanning the surroundings, she moved her fingertip away, retracted the fine needle, and placed the thimble in her pocket.
"This Nantong...why is it so clean?"
Down in the fields.
Lin Shuyou, who was doing farm work, froze and then turned to look.
Behind him was the two-story house of Zhou Yunyun's family, where Chen Lin stood on the second-floor balcony.
The child's voice came from the depths of his heart: "This is the Yin Yang Family, this girl is from the Yin Yang Family."
Lin Shuyou: "Why didn't Brother Bin and I notice it before?"
Child: "This is a branch under the Yin Yang Family, taking yin paths and walking yang paths, using yin to act, using yang to avoid the world, self-severing causality.
When she doesn't show her yin side, just by looking at her yang side, you would only see a normal, ordinary person without any flaws."
