In the Clear Water Alley, inside the medicine shop.
Amelia was still fiddling with the purple jade pendant she had taken from Carl. Something felt off about her today.
It wasn't just her usual temper; it was also the familiarity of the purple jade.
In her memories, this should be her possession. So how did it end up as his personal pendant?
Things were too messy. Amelia pressed her fingers to her brows, her eyes glinting mysteriously, as if caught in thought.
She was gradually beginning to recall some things, but most of it was fragmented images. It seemed she still had to wait. Amelia reattached the purple jade pendant, her fingers brushing over her lips. What was it in her patient's blood that made her feel so out of sorts?
Amelia’s medical skills were honed mainly by using herself
