In the luxury suite of a certain hotel, Ma Li just came out of the bathroom after a shower, wrapped only in a towel, her voluptuous figure completely exposed.
She was wiping her wet hair with a towel while scrutinizing her face in the mirror.
A new fine line had appeared at the corner of her eye, and the nasolabial folds on either side of her nose seemed to have deepened, while the lines on her neck were becoming looser.
These marks all confirmed that she was aging…
Ma Li's complexion turned sour, and even her hair-drying movements became rougher.
A pair of strong arms gently embraced her from behind, and a soft, alluring voice sounded by her ear.
"What's wrong? Why aren't you happy?"
Ma Li looked at Bai Chuan's youthful face in the mirror, feeling a deep sense of loss. She reached out to touch Bai Chuan's face and said, "Chuan, will you dislike me for being old?"
Bai Chuan tightened his arms slightly and said, "How could that be?"
