A huge frown settled on Emma's expression as she stared at the person staring back at her in the mirror Emily had given her.
"This couldn't be me, could it?" Emma mumbled softly to herself.
Hollow eyelids and eyeballs that seem to have gotten a push from the inside, making her facial look sunken like a freshly turned zombie.
Larger eyes balls, face as pale as a ghost and white headband light wrapped around her head.
Of course, who was she fooling?
The system clearly stated that the male lead was present at the scene, hence no time reverse happened.
Even if they had made sure her bones weren't crushed and her life wasn't lost, which appears to be the miracle the doctors were talking about, she really still needed to deal with all this.
No wonder her father looked so sad whenever he stared at her.
Emma wandered back to Max intensely on the second day she woke up. How they had nearly kissed.
God!
