Chiang Qing gazed at her reflection in the mirror, the pretty face that she used to have had lost its shape in just a few days, her skin was dull and lifeless, eyes lacked luster, and her hair was dry and yellow, sticking to her cheeks like a madwoman's.
The beauty that had once been hers, he couldn't even appreciate, and now this ugliness, he disdained it even more!
Chiang Qing looked at herself in the mirror with disgust. She glanced left and right, found a pair of scissors, and with a snip, cut off her long hair.
Why, why had her fate turned out this way? Why couldn't she compare to a village wife? Why?
Chiang Qing frantically cut her hair, and soon, her once beautiful tresses were uneven and ragged. She screamed and threw the scissors towards the mirror.
Bang!
The glass shattered, sending pieces flying everywhere.
