Jiang Chen stood in front of the mirror, and the figure in the mirror was a masterpiece of the Creator.
Her face is like a crown jade, and her skin is three points more delicate than the finest spiritual mutton fat. When a pair of peach blossom eyes open and close, the eye waves flow like spring water, but the deep pupils hide the calmness and vicissitudes of life like a cold pond for thousands of years. Just one look can make the heart of a young girl sway and make the sophisticated saint ripple.
