The skin color on Sima Xi's face was uneven, still looking somewhat ugly.
Because the desired effect wasn't achieved, Sima Xi, in a rage, killed the man who had been a cosmetic surgeon before doomsday.
A luxurious bed.
Sima Xi held a mirror and looked at himself in the mirror.
At times crying, at times laughing, he always prided himself on his looks, valuing his face greatly.
Part of why the old master Sima favored him was because he was good-looking.
Looking at the ferocious face in the mirror, his anger grew stronger.
He brutally threw the mirror aside.
Clang!
The mirror shattered, cracking in the middle.
This was already the tenth mirror he had broken recently.
Even though the butler had all the mirrors removed from the house, every day Sima Xi would adamantly demand a mirror.
Yet, every time he saw his own face, he would get angry.
Terrible yet loves to look.
