Xue Ling immediately took out a mirror from his pocket.
The mirror was a branded ultra-clear steel mirror with a floral print, which showed every detail of one's face, leaving nowhere for flaws to hide. However, at this moment, the face reflected in it was flawless, as if a filter had been applied—his skin was so smooth that not even the pores were visible, with no bad angles at a full 360 degrees.
He gently touched his nose bridge and immediately smiled with satisfaction.
After admiring his impeccable face, Xue Ling snapped the mirror shut with a "pop". He then remembered the question that had just occurred to him and asked again, "Ling Ji, what's happening to me? Why have my headaches been getting worse lately? If this pain continues, I'll end up in the hospital sooner or later. Once a person's gone, everything's gone, and then, it won't just be Faith at stake—I won't even be able to save myself."
