"It's been so many days since that incident. If you wanted to die, you would have done it already. Why wait until now? You're still combing your hair today, caring about your appearance. You really don't want to die, do you? It's better to live disgracefully than die honorably, isn't it?"
Su Luo's words hit home hard. Bai Zi, with her naturally pale face, looked even more unsightly. The scissors in her hand fell to the ground and Qing Yi, quick as lightning, picked them up.
The sky outside was gloomy. Bai Zi's expression was half-lit, half-dark. Her eyes were sinister, full of malice: "Su Luo, don't regret this. I may be humiliated today, but there will come a day when I rise again!"
Zhu Jiao scoffed, "Your hand is already crippled, and do you still think you can rise again? Bai Zi, are you daydreaming? If you were as beautiful as Sister Su, you might have had a chance. Now, you're neither human nor ghost, do you think anyone would sympathize with you?"
