But by the time she opened her mouth, it was too late.

Huang Yiping didn't think too much about it. She picked up the clothes and put them on. As soon as she put them on her head, she suddenly felt a stinging pain on her face.

A scream instantly resounded throughout the dormitory.

Everyone's attention was immediately drawn to it.

Huang Yiping screamed in pain, her dance costume flew off her hand, and she covered her face and cried.

"My face, my face hurts!"

She pressed her palms tightly against her face, and then she felt a warm current flowing into her palms.

Huang Yiping put her hands down, and when she saw the blood on them, she almost fainted.

"Blood, so much blood!"

"ah!"

Jiang Xiachu's face immediately darkened. He strode up to Huang Yiping and looked up at her face.

There was a cut about five or six centimeters long on her right cheek. The wound was not particularly deep, but it was too long and blood kept oozing out.

In addition, her hands were constantly touching her face, and blood soon covered her face, making her look extremely miserable.

When the other people in the dormitory saw this scene, they were so scared that they screamed.

Huang Yiping's face was filled with fear. She kept howling and crying. Tears kept falling down. She was almost going crazy.

Although she is not the type with stunning looks, many people have praised her for her beauty since she was a child. Later, she tried her best and finally got admitted into the art troupe.

As a result, he was disfigured on the first day he joined the art troupe.

No matter who you are, you will not be able to accept this kind of thing, let alone a little girl who loves beauty.

The more Huang Yiping thought about it, the more desperate she became. She collapsed to the ground, her face numb from the pain, and she couldn't care less at the moment.

Her bloody hands grabbed Pan Yu's trouser legs and she cried bitterly, sobbing: "Give me a mirror! Give me a mirror! I want to see my face!"

Pan Yu looked at the shocking wound on her face and felt so panicked that she quickly bent down and tried to help Huang Yiping up.

There was a long wound on her face and so much blood was flowing. If she really looked in the mirror, she would only become more devastated.

It’s better not to show it to her first.

But Huang Yiping was so frightened that she was like a madman, only caring about her own face.

Seeing that she was hesitant and unwilling to hold the mirror for herself, I became so anxious that I was about to collapse.

How serious is it?

She was about to faint from crying, pointing at the dress and howling, "Why! Why are there nails in that dress!? My face is scratched, how can I go out and see people in the future!?"

“Wuwuwu——”

As soon as these words fell, everyone's eyes fell on Jiang Xiachu tacitly, with a little more scrutiny in their eyes.

Could it be that there was a nail in the clothes that Jiang Xiachu lent to others?

Then, Zhou Qiong suddenly noticed that Jiang Xiachu's fingertips were bleeding, and his brows were tightly furrowed.

This is……

At that moment, she even suspected whether this thing was related to Jiang Xiachu, but after seeing her hand was also stabbed and bleeding, she completely dismissed this idea.

Besides, she thought again and realized that Jiang Xiachu had no reason to harm Huang Yiping. The two of them didn't even know each other before and there was no new or old grudge between them.

That's not possible.

Zhou Qiong pointed at Jiang Xiachu's hand and said, "It can't be Xiachu. Look, her hand was also pierced and bleeding. So it seems that there are nails in every piece of clothing. Xiachu doesn't know about this, and she has no reason to harm Yiping."

When everyone heard what Zhou Qiong said, they all reacted.

Pan Yu frowned and agreed, "You are right. Xia Chu would never harm Yiping."

After all, judging from her reaction just now, she probably didn't know what happened. After discovering the nail on her clothes, she immediately spoke up and tried to stop Huang Yiping.

But since it wasn't Xia Chu, then who could have deliberately done such a cruel thing?

How cruel must someone be to think of burying nails in someone's clothes to disfigure them?

Huang Yiping was still crying, she was terrified and almost collapsed.

Everyone looked at Jiang Xiachu's bleeding hand, then at Huang Yiping's ruined face, and looked at each other, confused.

Why do I feel like things are suddenly getting weird?

Who is targeting me?

Jiang Xiachu took a deep breath, looked at everyone, and said in a deep voice: "Don't panic now, open your own closet and check if there are any nails on your clothes, or if there are any other suspicious things."

Upon hearing this, everyone became alert, stood up and walked to their own closets, rummaged through their clothes to check if anyone had secretly hidden anything.

After checking for a long time, nothing was found.

Qin Ningqian and Lin Qingli walked up to Jiang Xiachu, their eyes darkened, and they shook their heads and said, "Xiachu, we have nothing here."

Jiang Xiachu tightened his fingertips, lowered his eyes to look at Huang Yiping who was crying desperately, and pursed his lips.

All of the other people's belongings were intact, except for her training clothes, where nails had been secretly sewn into them.

This was obviously a trap set up against her, but Huang Yiping's clothes just happened to get wet today, and she happened to have an extra set to lend her.

If she had moved a little faster just now, it would be her, not Huang Yiping, whose face would be disfigured.

Lin Qingli and Jiang Xiachu looked at each other and suddenly realized something. He whispered in her ear, in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Xiachu, isn't there only one person in this art troupe who has a grudge against you?"

After saying that, Lin Qingli looked up at Meng Anyao's bed without thinking, her eyes darkening.

Jiang Xiachu glanced at her with complicated eyes.

When all this happened, the first person she suspected was Meng Anyao. After all, she was the only one who hated her.

Jiang Xiachu frowned and thought.

At this moment, Meng Anyao just came in from outside. She had just washed her face and there were still some undried water stains on her face.

As a result, when she just reached the dormitory door, she heard a loud shouting and stopped.

She looked at the people in the dormitory with a puzzled look on her face, and then she saw Huang Yiping sitting on the ground and crying.

After seeing her face covered in blood, Meng Anyao's legs softened and she screamed: "Ah——"

“There’s a ghost!”

Meng Anyao was so scared that she hid by the door, holding on to the threshold with cold sweat pouring down her face, and looked into the dormitory.

Huang Yiping, who was already crying because of her disfigurement, became even more devastated when she heard the word "ghost" and cried even louder at the top of her lungs.

There was blood mixed with tears, and his hair was stuck to his face, looking more and more miserable.

"My face... wuwuwu... What should I do in the future? Such a serious wound will definitely leave a scar. I don't want to have a scar, I don't want to become ugly, and I don't want to leave here..."

Huang Yiping cried and spoke haltingly, almost dying of despair.