Hearing Qianxun's words, Feler's breath caught in her throat.
"You shameless thing! I only stepped on your dress, and you're fine, so why would you deliberately create a hole on the stage to trip me?" Feler ground her teeth angrily.
At this, Qianxun laughed without any sense of propriety, "Who asked for your bad luck? I was only stepped on by you, and in a fit of anger, I might've applied a little too much force and made a dent. Who knew you would strike such luck and actually fall into it? What do you call this? Oh, right... this is called karma!" Qianxun said, her eyes narrowing with mirth.
She didn't fall on the runway, and they were supposed to just lightly gloss over this matter?
Wishful thinking!
Those who harm others will eventually harm themselves. The situation Feler finds herself in today is nothing but her own doing.
...
Upon hearing Qianxun's words, Feler lost her sense and tried to slap Qianxun across the face.
