The woman thudded against the wall and fell to the ground coughing, the dull rasp of her exhalations filling the dungeon and echoing unpleasantly.
Sometime later, she got her coughing under control and slowly pushed herself off the ground. She lifted her eyes to examine Jin Siyu, and finally she opened her mouth and asked: "Who are you? What is this place?"
For better or worse, her tone was casual and collected. Jin Siyu frowned down at the woman, his eyes cold as he solemnly replied: "You are not asking the questions. Who are you?"
The woman narrowed her eyes at the prince, her expression indeterminable, containing neither the ferocity that she wore in battle nor any discernible emotion. Her face carried only a hint of confusion as she repeated back: "Ah? Who am I?"
Jin Siyu's eyes flicked to the scar on the woman's forehead and barked a cold laugh: "Faking amnesia? To this Prince?"