She cried for a long time, resented for a long time, and the water soaked her entire body, leaving her shivering from the cold.
Her arms and legs felt weak as she walked out of the bathroom, and when she passed by the dressing table, she glanced at herself in the mirror.
She was the same age as Ning Xia. That day, Ning Xia had looked radiant—the natural glow of her bare skin was brilliant, almost like a young girl in her early twenties. And her?
When had she become so old and haggard? Once her makeup smudged, the pores, wrinkles, and blemishes on her face were laid bare, impossible to conceal.
And then there was her right cheek. It was now swollen and red, tinged with purple, spreading all the way to the corner of her lips. Clearly, Fang Tiancheng had put all his strength into that slap.
There was also her side, where she'd been kicked—it hurt so badly that she felt as if the bones inside might have shattered.
