The tall wooden rack suddenly shook, dropping a jar from high above.
Xia Tianxing only had time to shout a warning before the jar crashed onto An Ziqi's shoulder.
After leaving a large blotch of yellow dye on her white gown, the jar hit the ground with a thud.
Xia Tianxing rushed forward in panic to support An Ziqi, "Ziqi, are you okay?"
An Ziqi was pale, bit her lip, and carefully avoided her. "I'm fine, don't touch me, or you'll get dyed too."
They were about to go on stage, she could not afford to have Tianxing make another mistake.
"It must be Lin Kelan. I am going to confront her."
Xia Tianxing gritted her teeth, looking at Lin Kelan's retreating figure.
"Don't, not only do we have no evidence, it's almost time for you to go on stage."
An Ziqi raised her head to look at the wooden rack by the side of the corridor.
Not far away, other jars of dye were on another rack, probably left over from previous decoration efforts.
