The change in her hair left her deeply worried. She had thought the glasses were a top-tier prop, but she had never expected them to be so pathetically fragile. Without those glasses, the moment she stepped outside, Zhang Mou would pin her to the ground and grind her into dust.
Qin Xiangyi wore an anguished expression. She shook her hand, only to realize the glasses were gone. Looking again, she saw that one of the little blades of grass she had bullied earlier was now carrying the glasses with great enthusiasm as it walked toward Huang Quan, as if...
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