Xia Lin approached the clothes rack and gently lifted Zhang Xiaowei's trousers.
She slowly reached into the pocket and pulled out a silver needle pack.
Looking at the familiar silver needle pack, Xia Lin nervously glanced back at Zhang Xiaowei on the bed.
Assuring herself that Zhang Xiaowei was still in deep sleep, she gently placed the trousers back and opened the silver needle pack.
Inside it, the Meteor Divine Needle appeared before her eyes.
Xia Lin immediately took a deep breath and muttered softly, "Finally, it's in my hands."
Then she put away the silver needle pack, hastily ready to leave the place.
But just after taking one step, she stopped.
A look of guilt crossed Xia Lin's face as she again turned to gaze at Zhang Xiaowei, who was still sound asleep.
She looked at Zhang Xiaowei, and then at the Meteor Divine Needle.
Should I really steal the Meteor Divine Needle just like that?
He trusted me so much, he didn't even take any precautions against me.
