"Here you go." Tang Qian walked over with a box.
She was very thoughtful, cutting off the hair and carefully putting it aside, making it convenient for Bai Zhi'er to take away.
"Thank you." Bai Zhi'er appreciated her thoughtfulness.
Tang Qian's expression seemed somewhat forlorn: "Is there anything else I can help you with?"
Bai Zhi'er shook her head: "No. But I think your mother should be very proud of you."
Tang Qian was taken aback, she gave a wry smile: "Probably not."
Bai Zhi'er pointed to the whole wall of trophies.
"You dance so well, she certainly would be proud of you."
With those words, she was ready to take her leave.
Tang Qian saw her off at the door.
At the moment Bai Zhi'er looked back, she saw the dense black aura of death on Tang Qian's brow.
It indicated an unexpected catastrophe, a nearing end of fate.
She couldn't help but frown.
"What's wrong?" Tang Qian couldn't understand why the other was staring at her.
