Ji Anning tightly gripped the toothbrush, brushing vigorously, foam constantly sliding down her chin, all of it red, until the foam was gone, then she removed the toothbrush.
Bowing her head, what flowed from her mouth was vivid red blood, dripping steadily into the sink, flowing down the drain.
She turned on the faucet, scooped up some cold water, and splashed it on her face.
All her actions served only to remind herself to be more alert, only to make herself cut off completely from the past starting today.
"Miss Niannian is the most beautiful bride I have ever seen."
"Truly beautiful."
After the makeup had been applied and her look was completed, Anning stood in front of the mirror, puppet-like, while the makeup artist and costumer each adjusted her veil and the hem of her dress.
The two never ceased praising her, and the assistants nearby echoed their compliments.
Anning's expression was blank, showing none of the joy or bliss that a bride should possess.
