A sharp pain pierced through the palm of her hand.
It had been many years since she had felt this sensation…
Chen Wanwan looked at the charred spot on her palm with an inscrutable gaze. No matter how she tried to channel her power, it wouldn't heal.
Her heart filled with hate and shock, and an indiscernible trace of fear unexpectedly surged: If a mere amulet could injure her, then what if…
But in an instant, the thought of marrying Zhao Zhenduo overcame everything else. She lifted her head to look at Zhao Zhenduo, who knew nothing about its true nature, and with eyes brimming with tears and resentment, she said, "Zhenduo, Wanwan's hand hurts so much!"
However, Zhao Zhenduo was not a fool.
With everything that had happened today, even if he were missing a few brain cells, he should know that Chen Wanwan was definitely no ordinary person.
