The son is silent and his strange power confuses the gods.
As a student of the Chinese Department, Shen Ruo calmly pulled down his sleeves and turned on the faucet in front of him with some courage.
Clear water gushes out.
She secretly breathed a sigh of relief - she must have pinched it out when she was dreaming yesterday. What a hatred this must be.
After brushing her teeth in two or three times, she took a handful of cold water and poured it all over her face. She looked up in the mirror and saw that the person reflected was pale, haggard, and withered. Her temples were wet and stuck to the side of her face, and the water droplets followed her hair toward her thin chin. It was so bad that he was actually afraid of seeing ghosts. The way he looked was simply scarier than a ghost.
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