Jingshu could never have imagined that when she came out for coffee, she would still meet this woman, Azi!

In this broad daylight, Azi is still wearing a black kimono, her face is as white as paper, and her flaming red lips, at a glance, she really looks like a gaudy ghost.

Jingshu felt that female ghost was not enough to describe Zi, rather the words 'black impermanence' were more apt.

Not waiting for Jingshu to open his mouth, 'Black Impermanence' Ah Zi sat straight ...