On the verge of widowhood

Bai Qing, unable to repeat the fake loli name, stared at the long string of Latin names: "May I ask your Chinese name?"

The pseudo-loli froze: "White Peony."

white peony?

Purple pearl?

Is this the rhythm to be matched with cp?

Bai Qing looked confused, and the pseudo-loli smoked a few more puffs of cigarettes in a leisurely manner: "I came today to take Von's original body with me, and to grant you a wish along the way."

Take Bai Zi away?

What do you mean?

The pseudo-loli slowly extinguished the cigarette: "Purple pearls are difficult to transform, and it is not easy to have such a newcomer in a hundred years, so you have merit, let's make a wish."

Bai Qing took a step back.