This feeling gradually led Jiang Keke's heart astray.
When she was with An Yin before, all eyes were always focused on An Yin, and she was perpetually the one overlooked. Even though she tried not to mind, the sense of discrepancy had never dissipated from her heart.
Standing in front of the vanity, Jiang Keke slightly lifted her chin, looked at her somewhat haggard face, and quickly rushed into the bathroom to freshen up.
She was still young; her skin should be like An Yin's - as smooth and tender as a peeled egg.
She tremulously stretched out her hand to touch her rough skin, looked at the cleanser on the sink, and then flicked it...
The bottle crashed to the ground, but she didn't care in the slightest.
Lately, she had spent quite a sum on her face, frequently visiting beauty salons. After treatments, she genuinely felt her skin become smooth and delicate, and even Bao Cheng had complimented her a few times.
