Midnight Painted Skin: I Use Yin Spirits to Paint Peerless Beauty

Since I was eight, I have wielded a vermilion brush, sketching exquisite faces for one plain-looking woman after another. Picturesque brows and eyes, wide almond eyes, skin like ice and bones like jade, cherry-red lips, and smiles that could charm anyone... Beneath each exquisite face, drops of bright red blood quietly trickle in the dead of night. (This story is entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental.)