Jiang Zhi stopped in his tracks, turned his head, and his eyes darkened with a trace of barely detectable anger. "Zhou Xufang, where is she?"
Ah Wan felt a cold wave rushing towards her and quickly shrank her neck. "In the changing room."
At the moment, there was no one in the changing room.
"Xu Fang!"
"Xu Fang!"
Fang Lixiang rushed in, but saw no one; only the curtain was drawn. Without thinking, she yanked open the curtain. "Xu—"
The voice was stuck in her throat as she stared at Zhou Xufang's exposed shoulder, her eyes nearly popping out.
So white...
That was her first reaction.
The second reaction was shock. There was a scar under Zhou Xufang's shoulder, about the size of a thumb, and a black string hung around her neck, tied to a polished metal round piece.
She covered it with her clothes.
"I'm changing."
Then, she pulled the curtain closed with one hand.
