Du Yunluo lowered her head and looked at the palm of her hand.
The ointment was transparent, applied in a thin layer on her palm, showing no traces, but the feeling was somewhat familiar, as if she had used it before.
The former Du Yunluo rarely suffered from external injuries, and it had been so long that she couldn't figure it out for the moment, but she instinctively felt that she had used this ointment before.
She just didn't know where it had been used.
Jin Rui put away the ointment, and Du Yunluo didn't dwell on it for now, thanking Mu Lianxiao.
Leaving the alley behind the clinic, she returned to East Street, a road much more familiar to Du Yunluo.
