Hearing Qi Xinzhu's words, Da Tian's face suddenly turned icy.
"Does believing always work? Especially trusting a man? I knew a woman who always trusted a man, and for him, she gave her all. But it was all for nothing. The pain continued, and her life was a struggle until death!"
Qi Xinzhu gave Da Tian a curious look, puzzled at how such a usually optimistic person could become so intense when this topic arose.
"Da Tian, are you okay? Who are you talking about?"
"Uh, I'm fine, totally fine! All good here. As for who I was talking about, it was just a character from a novel! Hehehe!"
With that, Da Tian disappeared again.
Qi Xinzhu sighed lightly and returned to the dressing table in her room.
On the table lay a coppery-yellow ring, looking somewhat old and worn. Upon closer inspection, one would realize that it was a man's ring, rather thick and large.
This old brass ring possessed some kind of power; although Qi Xinzhu couldn't use it, the sensation was still very obvious.
