Zhou Fanghua came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, sat at the dressing table, and was about to apply lotion when she suddenly noticed something. Her eyes stared intently at the person in the mirror. White strands were faintly visible among the black hair, and there were obvious wrinkles on her forehead, at the corners of her eyes, and beside her nose. Her once beautiful and clear eyes now looked swollen, with slightly yellowing eyeballs and bloodshot streaks. The once petite melon-shaped face appeared bloated due to sagging cheeks, her upturned mouth corners had pulled down, and even the skin on her originally slender neck had become unbearably lax!
The beauty she once prided herself on was completely gone, turning into this ugly appearance. It was like a delicate flower gradually losing its past vitality, wilting bit by bit into decay, eventually becoming a heap of rotten mud.
