There was a wound on her finger, as if she had bitten it out with her own teeth.
And in her palm, she was clutching a strip of torn cloth, ripped from her own clothing.
On the torn cloth, written in blood letter, was a simple line.
"Fix the witchcraft, go back to Dayuan, your man is waiting for you."
Who wrote this? Was it her? But she had no impression of any of it.
Su Liang and Ji Shiyi were also astonished by this.
"Don't tell me you have a habit of sleepwalking." Ji Shiyi looked at Dong Huiying with a strange expression, and Dong Huiying was dazed: "I don't know either?"
Could it be that after her own consciousness fell asleep, she really did sleepwalk, and in the course of that sleepwalking, bit open her own finger and left herself a message?
But… she squatted down and tried to imitate the movements once through.
She discovered that the handwriting in this blood letter was completely different from her own writing habits.
