Yun Ge stood aside, watching quietly.
A basin of water, a cloth, made the person on the bed unable to hide.
The truth they painstakingly concealed was exposed, and the men of the Liang family seemed sorrowful.
Zhi Chen gazed tenderly and intently at her sleeping face. "She wanted to hide it, so let her. Shu Yu and I, and the others, all cooperated, pretending not to know. But she would apply those things on her face every day, and with just a little attention, it could be noticed. However, before this..."
He smiled lightly again, realizing it had become this bad without them knowing.
At first, they only noticed her hair falling out in handfuls; now she had only half of her previous volume, and during everyday interactions, the unavoidable gentle touches couldn't feel the wrinkles on her face and body, but the unnaturally slippery feel of her skin made them comprehend.
Until now.
