When Lin Ruoxi opened her eyes, she saw the familiar carved bed top. She sat up suddenly, her chest heaving violently, and her fingertips touched her cheek with trembling fingers.
No scars, no wrinkles, smooth and delicate skin.
She stumbled and rushed to the dressing table. A young face was reflected in the bronze mirror, with picturesque eyebrows and red lips and white teeth. This is what she looked like when she was eighteen years old.
Madam, are you awake? The voice of maid Chuntao came from outside the door. The second master asked you to go to the front hall to have breakfast.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
