Under the faint moonlight, Song Ciwan sat cross-legged in her room, idly listening to the strange happenings in the small village.
She heard the white shadow patiently consoling Little Yao Family. "You're worrying for nothing. What have you even done? You don't have to do anything. At most, you'll just come up and assist me a bit when I'm performing the pocket trick on stage. That's it. If something goes wrong, who could possibly blame you?"
Little Yao Family was still worried. "But what if they blame you..."
The white shadow stated flatly, "What would that have to do with me? I'll be on stage performing!"
Little Yao Family patted her chest and exhaled. "That's true. In the end, it has nothing to do with either of us."
