When Ling Yun entered the bathroom, he saw his mother standing in front of the mirror. Yi Mingxia was admiring her new look, because she had become much younger than before, and she looked even younger than her 26-year-old daughter.
He then hugged her from behind and whispered affectionately. "Do you like your new look, Mom? You look even younger than Ling'er."
Yi Mingxia leaned her body against his son's, and she looked at him from the mirror. "I really can't believe this, Yun'er. But I like my new look."
"Hehe." Ling Yun laughed softly at that. "This way, you don't look like my mother, but you look like my lover, Mom."
Yi Mingxia's heart skipped a beat, and her face was bright red, because she was like a young girl by now.
