Zhang Xueyan, who had been brought back to Beijing by her uncle, was already in a bad mood. When she woke up, her face felt very uncomfortable.
She reached out to touch her face. To her dismay, she discovered many small pimples, instantly dispelling her morning grumpiness. Without even bothering to put on her shoes, she ran to the vanity table.
When she saw her face, she let out a piercing scream.
The scream almost caused Luo Yifen, who was in the kitchen preparing breakfast, to drop the bowl in her hand. She came out and shouted toward her daughter's room, "What are you going crazy about now?"
She was starting to get annoyed with her daughter, who had been nothing but trouble since returning from the Northwest.
Zhang Xueyan was now too preoccupied to listen to what her mother was saying. "My face, my face! Oh, my face!" she cried.
