On the back, there was a distinct scar, its color no longer bright, a sign of age, but it remained, located just a few inches above the waist.
To be certain of what she saw, Zhou Yu even extended her palm, and while Wen Shixuan was unaware, she measured the distance from the scar to the waistband of his pants through the air. One measure, it was exactly the size of her palm, which instantly stirred tumultuous waves in her heart.
If before, Wen Shixuan only gave her some vague and familiar feelings reminiscent of her first love, then now, this scar provided her with a piece of evidence. Of course, she understood that even having this scar, which should have been on her first lover's back, couldn't fully explain everything.
She asked about the scar on Wen Shixuan's back as if it were an offhand question.
