The wealthy lady seemed to figure out that there was something wrong, but she just smiled and did not say much.
"I'll go to the toilet." She stood up and prepared to go to the washroom to touch up. Sigh, when a person was old, she had to do more touch-ups than a youngster. Recalling back when she was young—even if she did not put on much makeup, she was still a beauty. However, at this age, her skin had become thicker; and when she put on makeup, it was much scarier than before. If she did not touch up, she felt that she could not even see people.
She took out a mirror outside and looked at her face for a very long time before sighing and going into the toilet. To her surprise, she met a young lady, washing her hands for a child. She seemed familiar; where did she see her before? It was only until she went closer did she realize where the familiarity came from.
"Ruoxin, are you Ruoxin?"
The wealthy lady asked with uncertainty.
