She grabbed a towel and wiped her shoulder-length hair, then sat down at the dressing table. But somehow, maybe her eyes were deceiving her, or was it an illusion?
In an instant...
In the bronze mirror, that exquisite and elegant face suddenly turned into a black, ugly pockmarked face!!!
She jumped in fright!!
After calming her heart, she looked again at the brass mirror surface, only to see it had returned to normal. It was still her own face... But that scene just now was etched deeply in her memory, leaving a profound mark in her heart!!
"Mother, Mother—!!"
A small figure ran towards Dong Huiying's room. Just as he was about to crash open the door, he braked abruptly, then stood there with a flushed little face, a few strands of hair on his forehead soaked in sweat.
He took a slight breath, seemingly trying to calm his rapid breathing from the run.
"...Mother?"
Staring at the closed door, Wu Wang called softly.
