Pingliang Xiangzhi had just walked out of the restroom with a faint smile on her face, heading to the sink to wash her hands and touch up her makeup.
Although her features were stunning, her looks downright exquisite, even without makeup, she gave off a sense of being able to topple countries.
But as the old saying goes, the love of beauty is universal, especially for women.
Women dress up for those who please them!
But just then,
a tall woman in her thirties with a cold gaze appeared behind Pingliang Xiangzhi.
She held a sharp dagger in her hand, viciously aiming it at Pingliang Xiangzhi's back.
Pingliang Xiangzhi saw the assassin in the mirror, her face pale as wax, unable to conceal her terror, having never expected the assassin to chase her here.
At that moment,
she felt the Grim Reaper's footsteps closing in.
Her mind went blank.
