Ms. Tian immediately put the clothes on her master and nagged with distress, wondering why her master did that.

"There's such a mark on my waist indeed, and it's exactly the same as the pattern on the cloth."

Lin Mengya ignored her words, and just muttered softly.

She hadn't noticed it before. If it weren't for Baizhi's attentiveness, it would be hard for her to discover it.

"Ms. Tian, when I was born, my mother died from difficult labor. ...