The Forgotten Tattoo (4)

She walked toward the mirror in a hurry. On her fair skin, there was a vivid tattoo of an eagle, which was exuding its unique tyranny and poise.

The tattoo was about the size of a palm. It wasn't big, but it wasn't small either. As the tattoo was black, it looked especially eye-catching on her skin.

Upon seeing the tattoo, Zhuang Nainai became dazed.

She suddenly recalled what he had said when he gave her the tattoo. He had said, "Zhuang Nainai, this is a mark that is uniquely mine."

Uniquely his…

As soon as she thought of these words, her heart wrenched suddenly.

For the past few days, she had been trying her best to not think of him and occupy herself with other things. However, more often than not, he would surface in her mind due to unintentional acts.

During mealtimes, she would think about how he didn't like to eat such food.