An ordinary red string bracelet would have only a simple crimson braided cord.
Yet the one on Wang Ziqing's wrist was different.
It was threaded with jade and small gold beads. It was precisely because of this distinction that Nanzhi remembered it so clearly.
Before she could dwell further on that thought, Uncle Wang had already hurried to Wang Ziqing's side, panic written all over his face.
"Daughter-in-law, why are you walking so fast?" he scolded anxiously while supporting her arm. "You should be more careful! What if something happens to my grandson?"
"How can you just disappear without saying a word yesterday?" Wang Ziqing snapped back, her voice trembling with restrained fear and anger. "Do you know how long we've been waiting for you—"
Before she could finish her sentence, her throat suddenly tightened.
A wave of nausea surged violently.
"Bluergh..."
