Lin Yanran was so frightened that her soul nearly left her body, her eyes widened as she stared at the tiger head inches away, letting out a series of earth-shattering screams.
But the White Tiger did not bite her to death; instead, it clawed at her hairdo filled with precious hairpins.
After a few tiger paw slaps, all the hairpins flew off her head, scattering everywhere—some were bent, some snapped in half, and some shattered entirely.
Among them was a golden phoenix hairpin given by Nangong Jue, which Lin Yanran always regarded as a treasure and couldn't bear to wear on ordinary days.
Yet at this moment, that hairpin lay beside her face, both wings broken, the luxurious phoenix tail also snapped—leaving nothing but a bare head on the pin.
Looking at the ruined state of the hairpin, Lin Yanran's eyes nearly split with rage, her heartache was about to burst out.
"Ahhh! You bastards! Crude and barbaric people! How dare you do this to me!!!"
