Walking into the bathroom, Tang Qingxue washed her face seriously. These days, it had been Yin Hun the Nineteenth helping her wash, and she hadn't cleaned her face carefully herself.
However, looking at herself in the mirror, her complexion still seemed pretty good. The faint marks on her face were gradually fading and couldn't be seen without careful scrutiny.
After washing her face, she applied a bit of light lipstick, tidied up her hair, and tied it into a bun. She walked to the wardrobe, chose a beige long dress, and added a peach-colored knitted top. It felt pretty good.
Recalling the time she was blind, although Yin Hun the Nineteenth helped her pick outfits every day, she could tell he chose comfortable, loose styles for her, all looking like those worn by elderly women, surely extremely ugly.
She walked out after changing clothes.
