Two days later, Jiang Lin discovered that his left hand was turning somewhat red. He panicked a little and began wearing long sleeves and trousers despite the summer heat. Gradually, he realized that not only his left hand but also the left side of his face was starting to turn red.
Recently, he felt weak and lethargic. Originally, he planned to ask Yu Xiaolian to accompany him to the tomb of the Grass Witch once more, thinking there might be an antidote inside. But after much deliberation, he still didn't take action.
He was in this state because of himself. If his actions were to cost Yu Xiaolian her life too, it wasn't worth it.
"You're like this because of me too; after all, that bottle was something I picked up from the tomb."
Yu Xiaolian thought of a book where her biological father, when seeking his daughter, was accompanied by a half-immortal, half-ghost witch.
Moreover, a ditty was composed to accentuate that witch's beauty and grand entrance.
