Yan Huan then took a piece of clothing and covered herself. She planned to take a nap too. Of course, the photographer captured her movements.
Su Muran took out a mirror to fix her makeup. When she saw her face, she was started. The mirror slid out of her hand, falling onto the ground with a thud. It wasn't very loud, but the sound shook her to the core.
She looked down. The mirror had shattered.
On every fragment of the mirror was the reflection of her hideous face. Her makeup had smudged, smudged completely. Her heart went cold. Thankfully, the spectacle wasn't captured by the camera. Otherwise, how could she face anyone again? A public figure like her couldn't afford a single mistake.
