An Ying lowered her head, using her hand to wipe the stain on her clothes. After wiping a few times, she realized it was impossible to clean it off. Originally, only a small spot was stained with red, but after her wiping, the stained area had grown larger.
An Ying's face was full of helplessness. These days have been incredibly unlucky. The bookstore inexplicably caught fire, and today, while walking down the street, a lipstick suddenly fell onto her clothes.
How depressing!
She thought she should pick a time to visit a temple and pray.
While she was feeling frustrated, a voice sounded from above her head. An Ying abruptly looked up towards the person speaking.
Judging by the person's words, was the lipstick just now the work of this man in front of her?
An Ying saw the sincerity in the man's attitude and shook her head, "No need, I'll wash the stained area when I get home."
