When Chu Shangli walked out of the bathroom, Chu Moyin had already left.

The school uniform that should have been placed in the closet was now neatly placed on the bed, obviously taken out by Chu Moyin.

As I got closer to the clothes, the fragrance of dew on lotus leaves wafted into my nostrils - elegant and fresh, like standing by a lotus pond in spring and feeling the warm breeze, without a trace of the unnatural and distorted smell of chemical additives.

A note was attached to the clothes: "I have dripped a special perfume that I think is suitable for you on the collar, cuffs and elbows of the school uniform - I promise it is just an ordinary perfume. In order to prevent you from thinking that I have any conspiracy, I put the school uniform out in the open instead of putting it back in the closet - if you still don't trust me, I have not touched the rest of the clothes in the closet except this school uniform, you can pick out another set of school uniforms. If this still can't make you let down your guard, then I can't help it. You can try running naked. I don't recommend you to debut naked on the first day of your rebirth. You are not afraid of social failure, but I still find it embarrassing -"

Chu Shangli crumpled the note and said through gritted teeth, "Who would do something so stupid as to die naked? If you're afraid I'll become suspicious, then don't mess with my closet from the beginning!"

She was about to crumple the note into a ball and throw it into the trash can, but she found words on the back of the note.

She unfolded the note and flipped it over. It read, "Since a vicious scumbag like me can tell something's wrong with you, Chu He and Luo Yunjiang might not be too surprised by your strange behavior yesterday. Luckily, they're not overly sensitive. You can still get away with saying you fell into the water and lost your mind, but if you keep acting strangely, that won't be explained away in a few words. For a reborn being, the fewer people who know about your rebirth, the better. Otherwise, your advantage will become meaningless and could even turn into a disadvantage. So, whether you're willing or not, when you get dressed and go downstairs for breakfast, I suggest you continue to act like a fake sister as usual. It's in both your and my interests to just pretend yesterday's conflict never happened."

The signature is majestic yet elegant.

"There's no need for your hypocritical kindness."

Chu Shangli muttered something, but unconsciously tore the note into pieces that were absolutely impossible to put together before throwing it into the trash can.

Her eyes moved back and forth between the school uniform on the bed, which was stained with dew like a lotus pond, and the wardrobe.

It's no use regretting not locking the wardrobe now.

If Chu Moyin wanted to poison clothes, whether he chose the one on the bed or the one in the closet, it would be a gamble.

Maybe it was true as she said, she didn't do anything with either the one on the bed or the one in the closet.

There's also the possibility that everything was rigged—

It's also possible that he was simply trying to play with her heart and provoke her, deliberately placing poisonous things on the bed, or deliberately placing non-toxic things on the bed -

Chu Shangli's hand slowly reached out to the item on the bed.

She scratched the clothes with her nails, got a little on the back of her hand and put it under her nose to sniff.

There are no allergens or adverse reactions, and judging by the information I know about 397 kinds of poisons, this clothing is indeed non-toxic.

If it was a toxin beyond her knowledge, then she couldn't prevent it by worrying about whether to wear it or not.

In short, it is impossible to determine whether the cat is dead or alive before opening the cat box and letting the probability collapse.

Since neither choice is 100% safe, nor is either choice 100% dangerous—

In the end, she put on the fragrant lotus in front of her.

She really liked the refreshing and delicate fragrance of water ganoderma, which seemed to have a special charm that attracted her soul.

The school uniform of Meisuo Academy, where Chu Shangli studies, is quite unique.

The boys' school uniform consists of a pure white shirt with feather tassels, pure black straight-leg pants with metal buckles and a long Gothic zippered windbreaker with a lapel of the same color, and light brown lace-up boots.

The girls' uniform consists of a pure black V-neck open-sleeved base shirt, a black knee-length skirt and a dark red copper-buttoned windbreaker - the hem is detachable, and it has a detachable hat in addition to the boys' uniform.

The clothes have a strong sense of design. Although the overall style is punk, they are very fashionable when worn and do not have the cheap and inferior taste of the Shamatte style.

In her previous life, Chu Shangli always wore heavy makeup, which matched the clothes of the Meisuo Academy. Although it wasn't ugly, there was an indescribable sense of disobedience.

But at this moment, her pure face collided with the dark-toned school uniform to create a wonderful spark, which completely highlighted her snow-white skin and peaceful temperament, making her look like an angel.

But of course it couldn't be a pure white angel, but an angel of revenge stained with the poisonous blood of purgatory, with blazing flames burning in those eyes.

Chu Shangli thought to himself that he had indeed been contaminated.

It is often said that the most terrifying power of the devil is the ability to drag others into hell and dye them into a dark color similar to themselves.

She once stopped moving forward because she was afraid of being contaminated, but she finally understood later that to confine herself to a small area meant being suffocated to death by the cocoon she had woven.

If she could choose between a noble existence and a despicable life, she would probably choose the former.

But between the holy dead and the vicious living, she would choose the latter.

Only by being alive can one have everything. She wants to see the world's scenery with her own eyes and feel the sunshine, rain and snow with her own body. She doesn't want to lie in a coffin and be offered flowers and praised and commemorated.

Honey-brown hair slid through her fingertips, and she stared blankly at the girl's face in the mirror, which was as sweet as a poppy and yet had a deadly poison. It was familiar yet unfamiliar. For a long time, her eyes finally withdrew from the mirror.

Gently exhale the congestion in your chest, inhale the freshest air, turn around, and stride out of the room.