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That night, Qing Chen almost didn't catch a single wink of sleep. His mind wouldn't let him be at peace. Get to work, get to work, it whispered. But Feng Xuan was already asleep, cuddled next to him and was pillowed on his arm.
So all night, Qing Chen lay there in his small prison and thought about where he should start. He couldn't come up with anything. If there were clues on his back then he should've known about it years ago. One look at it, his mind came up with nothing.
It was almost morning when he closed his already burning eyes and then it was time to get to work.
"Still thinking about your tattoo?" Feng Xuan asked him while they were in the limousine to the hotel.
Qing Chen could feel the lines of the tattoo burning on his back. It had hurt when he got it. It had to be done in layers and took a few days before they were finished. Was it possible that it was hurting more now?