So this was what an angel's office looked like.
She seemed to be a teacher at Cassel Academy, but she had her own makeup artist here. All kinds of cosmetics that Duan Jia had never seen were neatly placed on the table.
A refreshing fragrance kept lingering in her nose. It was the smell of an angel.
The angel smiled at Duan Jia, whose face was swollen like a pig's head in the mirror. She patted her shoulder comfortingly. "Don't worry. I know what you want in your heart. I can help you get what you want the most."
"The thing I want the most…" Duan Jia subconsciously muttered under her bewitchment. Her watery eyes narrowed into slits, and she suddenly closed them tightly in resignation. For some reason, she wanted to indulge herself and trust this woman she had just met wholeheartedly.
The angel really knew magic.
In less than an afternoon, Duan Jia had completely transformed into another person in her hands.
