"Zhou Heng!"

Zhou Heng looked down at the photos on his phone, his expression instantly turning dark and unreadable.

He turned the screen towards Chu Wuyang—

Chu Wuyang stared intently at the photos on Zhou Heng's phone, her fingertips slightly cold, and her heartbeat erratic.

The tattoo mark on the screen was clearly visible—a faint white flower pattern subtly appeared on the skin behind her knee.

The lines are soft and smooth.

It wasn't the rose Zhou Heng had described before.

It looks more like a... camellia.

She frowned, still unwilling to believe it.

"You're faking it?"

Her tone was cold, as she tried her best to suppress the wavering in her heart.

Zhou Heng's expression remained unchanged, and he sighed softly.

"I have no reason to lie to you."

Chu Wuyang ignored him completely. She quickly looked around, her gaze landing on the mirror beside her. She immediately picked it up and held it up to the back of her knees—

Smooth, clean skin came into view.

There are no such things as branding or tattoos.

There was only a faint... butterfly-shaped birthmark.

This birthmark has always been there.

Her heart sank. She stared intently at her legs, desperately trying to find any unusual marks on her skin.

But no matter how she sees it,

There was no trace of the pattern ever appearing.

There's nothing there.

She looked up and said firmly.

Zhou Heng watched her attempt to prove herself, his gaze darkening slightly, and he said in a low voice:

"Although I don't know why,"

"But that tattoo mark only appeared for a second or two before disappearing,"

"That's why I took a picture as soon as possible."

Chu Wuyang pursed her lips, gripped the mirror tightly in her hand, and her expression changed slightly.

Disappeared in a second or two?

An absurd possibility popped into her mind—could this so-called "brand" really be real?

But if it's true, why would she have such marks?

And who left it for her?

However, she had absolutely no memory of ever boarding the "Royal Shadow" five years ago...