Gu Xiaoer incredulously stared at the Anya in front of her, no wonder she hadn't recognized her immediately.
The woman in the deep V-neck dress with heavy makeup looked nothing like her high school self. Just four years had passed; could a person really change this much?
Her nose bridge was higher, her double eyelids deeper, and her face sharper, but her skin didn't seem too good. Even with thick foundation, acne scars were visible.
As Gu Xiaoer observed Anya, Anya also crossed her arms and scrutinized Gu Xiaoer with a cold gaze. A simple ponytail, with naive straight-across bangs, and a clean, translucent little face, she still had the best skin of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl.
Anya really didn't want to admit that this completely makeup-free face was much more attractive than hers, but couldn't help herself from making a sour remark, "Oh my, isn't this our high school beauty queen!"
