The small face reflected in the river water had skin that was dry, yellow, and dull. Su Yunjin pinched her own face with her hand. Perhaps it was because she had been eating poorly for so long and doing heavy labor; there wasn't much flesh on her face—it was dry and seemed to be just a layer of skin when pinched.
Thin!
Too thin!
In the modern world, Su Yunjin had a standard egg-shaped face, a plump chin, and fair skin—so delicate that it seemed like water could be wrung out without the need for cosmetics.
However, her face at this moment was a world apart from her modern one: it was both gaunt and yellow, and sallow to boot.
The only thing that could compare to her modern face was this pair of bright, shining black eyes—identical to her modern ones—like rippling clear springs, so captivating that one glance would be unforgettable.
