Chapter 37 The Nightingale Is Your Aunt

• The spotlight dimmed, and the tide-like applause had not completely subsided yet when Lila hurriedly walked off the stage, holding up her skirt. Her high heels made almost no sound as they stepped on the backstage carpet. She just wanted to get back to the dressing room as quickly as possible, to take off this outfit and the mask on her face.
• Just as she turned a corner piled with props, the light suddenly dimmed, and a hand reached out from the side, accurately grabbing her wrist.
• Lila's heart skipped a beat, almost instinctively, her other hand turned into a knife, ready to strike at the person's neck.