She really was Soul Fragment.
Still, Su Qiao felt a little sorry for her. After all, this girl had truly been outstanding and strong.
"Ah, what a poor girl. She worked so hard for so long, only to die just like that. What a waste."
Why care about some insignificant people?
Why care about what others thought?
Wasn't it fine to say whatever she wanted and do whatever she wanted?
With that thought in mind, Su Qiao stepped out of the stall and came to the washbasin.
She looked up at her reflection and once again felt sorry for the original owner.
She was 1.65 meters tall, with a slender yet well-proportioned figure and fair skin. Her narrow eyes were paired with straight brows, and a high yet delicate nose bore a tiny mole. With thin lips and an oval face, she was a rare beauty, her loveliness carrying a hint of cold arrogance.
Su Qiao reached up and stroked her long, black hair, simply tied behind her head, then lowered her gaze to look at herself.
A sapphire-blue silk shirt, a black trench coat, an irregular-hemmed black maxi skirt, and exquisite eight-centimeter black high heels.
The outfit was somewhat glamorous, yet it suited her slightly cold and arrogant face perfectly.
"Understated yet luxurious, with a dark style. I like it."
At least, it made it clear at a glance that she was not someone to mess with.
Su Qiao washed her hands and dried them with two paper towels. Then she curled her lips faintly at her reflection before turning and walking out of the washroom like an elegant warrior.
Let me teach you all how to behave!
Seeing that she had finally come out, Tao Junhui secretly breathed a sigh of relief and involuntarily stood up. "Xiao Qiao,