Yan Huan was already dressed. She went to freshen up, but when she saw her reflection, she felt like crying. Caressing her face, she felt that her skin was no longer as bright and tender as before.
Well, this was unavoidable. She was a mother now, or perhaps even an old hag. At least, her body figure was recovering quite well. Even though her belly was still flabby, they were gradually returning to normal.
Even if her current image was captured and spread, it would be fine for her. At least, she did not look exactly like an expired old hag.
As she patted her face, she felt like she was overthinking it. Now, she had to stay at home every day and take care of her three children. Who would still want to sneak a shot of her private life?
