"Alright." Shen Yanxiao looked forward to that day.
In fact, it didn't matter to her what race Xiu originated from. In the end, he was her ally - an inseparable ally of hers.
At least before Xiu completely recovers, they would never become enemies.
As her death would mean his ruin.
After that conversation, she was no longer curious about his origin and started to feel depressed about her silver hair.
She could guarantee that if she were to go out like this, it would definitely cause a stir in the city. She would immediately be surrounded by the humans and demons in her city in mere minutes, like a panda exhibition.
She did not wish to let other people know of her change, as she herself had yet to fully understand the situation.
"Xiu, can you change my hair back to its original color?"
"Yes."
The moment he replied, Shen Yanxiao saw her hair gradually turning black and very soon, her headful of silver hair turned black.
