Ning Xiang was truly terrified. Seeing her fingertips turning black, she thought she was going to die, but Long Yue just sighed, "It's nothing, it's just a bit of charcoal dust."
When Ning Xiang came in, she was holding this invitation in her hand. She didn't notice it, but Long Yue did.
At first, she also thought it was poison, but upon closer inspection, it was clearly charcoal dust!
But why would there be charcoal dust on the invitation?
"Ah? What a relief... I was scared to death!"
Ning Xiang patted her chest, looking like someone who had narrowly escaped death. She couldn't help but glance at the invitation and found that some characters on the invitation had faded.
It turned out this was the source of the black on her fingertips.
Long Yue chuckled, "Is this a prank?"
One could say it was a prank, or not, but in any case, the invitation wasn't poisonous, and in one word, the matter was left to others to decide.
