When they heard her voice, they all looked over and were immediately shocked, the girls showing even more fear.
"What... what happened to me?"
The chiffon-shirted girl was scared, but other than feeling a bit tired, she didn't notice any other discomfort.
"Your... your face!"
Lv Yingxi's scalp tingled.
"What's wrong with my face?"
The chiffon-shirted girl reached out, touching her own cheek.
Huh?
Why is my skin so loose, and why does it feel so rough?
She quickly opened her small crossbody bag and took out a small makeup mirror to take a look.
When she saw the face in the mirror, the chiffon-shirted girl screamed.
Ah!
Smack!
The chiffon-shirted girl, in her fright, threw the makeup mirror away.
"Is this... is this too horrifying?"
Du Xin cried from fear.
At this moment, the chiffon-shirted girl didn't look like a youthful and pretty 22-year-old at all. Her back hunched, her face sallow and slack, the skin hanging loosely like that of a Shar Pei's cheeks.
