"Xiu'er sister, you... what are you doing!?"
A startled voice came from the entrance of the Great Hall.
Luo Xiu, in her thin, fire-red dress resembling a wedding gown, paused as she was about to bend down.
She stood up and turned back, and Xiaoyu was already backing away in fright.
The little girl was genuinely a bit scared. Just now, Xiu'er sister was wearing a white dress like them; how did she change clothes in the blink of an eye, and now it was a blood-red dress.
Her red dress matched the scene inside the Great Hall at this moment.
The Dragon Coffin, the burned body, the strange blood diagram on the floor... it felt like a ghost story she had heard as a child.
Xiaoyu quietly took two steps back again.
Luo Xiu whispered, "To save someone."
Concise and to the point.
But the slight tremor in the woman's voice still made Xiaoyu, who was ready to bid farewell tearfully and run away, let out a sigh of relief.
It was indeed her Xiu'er sister.
