The meditation room in the middle of the night had a kind of peace that was different from the city.
Even when Xiahou Susu stepped in, she could not help but restrain her usual sharpness, and her steps became light and slow.
Lifting the curtain, she saw a plain white figure with a faint pink rose embroidered on the white robe. The person was dignified and dignified, and he was chanting in a low voice.
“Sister Qiangwei,”Xiahou Susu could not help but call out.
Bai Qiangwei frowned and suddenly turned around. “What did you call me?”
Xiahou Susu then realized that she had acted on impulse and used inappropriate terms like how white jasmine usually called her.
It was definitely too late to change.
She could only force a smile. “Sister Qiangwei, I’m Jasmine’s good friend, so I’m used to calling you the same as Jasmine.”
This explanation could be considered passable, right?
