"Look for yourself, and then you'll know," Wu Qianqian said excitedly, holding a mirror up to Yan Feifei's face, which was as beautiful as a flower or a piece of fine jade.
At that moment, a pang of jealousy and envy surged in Wu Qianqian's heart, for Yan Feifei was even more beautiful than she was.
Yan Feifei's eyes widened as she stared. She froze as if struck by a thunderbolt from the heavens. In the mirror was a peerlessly enchanting beauty, one who seemed both familiar and strangely foreign.
Is this me?! Yan Feifei screamed internally, her face a mask of disbelief.
