Just now, the Snake Lady had been facing away from me, and it was only now, as she was bound, that I could clearly see her true face.
In my confusion, I staggered back half a step, touching my own hideous face.
A flicker of pain crossed Little Dumpling's eyes, "Mom, I forgot to tell you, this woman has a face... exactly like your old one."
What a good Dumpling he was; even when faced with a woman with a face identical to mine as it had been, he never recognized her despite all the threats.
Yet with my frightening and nauseatingly ugly face, he could still rush over to hug me at first sight.
"Not just the face, even the voice… the voice is exactly like mine," I said, my throat dry, my heart unspeakably desolate.
What girl doesn't love beauty, and after becoming ugly, I can't tell you how upset I was deep down.
I didn't show it too obviously, washing my face with tears every day.
