A casual sentence halted Tang Xiaohua's movements.
The Witch slowly sat in front of her, her eyes tender and compassionate.
It was unknown how long one had to practice before they could become like the Witch, able to regard everything in the world with such gentleness.
"Death is irreversible, and that is the law of growth for all things in the world. No one can change that."
"..."
Tang Xiaohua pursed her lips, her gaze fixed intently on the Witch.
"In your past life, you wouldn't have guarded against me like this, your demeanor… would probably have been like Miss Bai's, friendly and enthusiastic, cheeky and mischievous."
Tang Xiaohua's almond eyes widened—she really knew!
"Still on guard?"
"..."
The Witch spoke with a smile, unhurried and calm, but Tang Xiaohua felt somewhat out of control, unsure of how to respond.
Someone really knew she had been reborn, someone truly knew!
That dangerous and lonely heart momentarily felt as if it had been stirred by a torchlight.
