Li Huazhu, who had put on heavy makeup and worn a flamboyant opera costume specifically to welcome the honored guests, someone who normally appeared dignified and composed in the eyes of both her troupe members and outsiders, was now curling up unconsciously, kneeling on the seat, with tears glimmering in her pupils.
Looking at the middle-aged woman who seemed to be around thirty but whose actual age exceeded sixty, behaving like a helpless child in front of a high school girl in her prime, the contrast was striking.
What…what is this feeling?
Just by being "looked" at, Li Huazhu felt as though she's plunged into an abyss; her mental defenses shattered in an instant, her will sinking into a mire, unable to form complete thoughts.
In the corner of the woman's brain, the last shards of rationality were screaming sharply:
Is this some kind of cursing prohibition? Did this girl use some sort of spiritual interference curse on me?!
