Xia Yanran stood in front of the mirror looking at her reflection.
Recently, after taking the medication and going to Tibet, her face had become even more bloated. Although her foundation was good and her skin fair, because of the bloating, she was less beautiful than before.
What kind of makeup should she apply?
Even if she put on beautiful makeup, she was no longer a girl in her early twenties anymore.
She would just go plainly. If Xiao Yi really did not like it, she would not persist anymore.
Xia Yanran took out a white blouse and cropped pants. After changing, she tied her hair into a ponytail and stood in front of the mirror, looking rather beautiful.
But if she took the medicine for a long period, she did not know what she would look like in the future.
Forget it, she wouldn't think so much anymore. It was because she tended to think so much that she had pushed her relationship with Xiao Yi to such a state.
