Xia Siyu looked at the makeup mirror, complaining to Wei Jingjing a moment ago: "At noon, I want to eat double-skin milk, drink mung bean soup, and buy me Jiang Zhuangnai, or I'll be mad at you."
In the next moment, she stared at the mirror, suddenly feeling that all the surrounding clamor was gradually fading away.
She looked at herself in the mirror, her skin gradually darkening, muscles subtly bulging on her arms, and her pupils turning a calm deep black, as if she instantly grasped the essence of the character in the play.
A mirror, reflecting two worlds, inside and out. A person, also has both good and evil. Sometimes the good floats to the surface, while the evil is deeply hidden in the heart, only visible when triggered. Sometimes the exterior seems fierce and sinister, but inside there is softness.
