Who is the person in the mirror? That face seemed familiar, but it kept making exaggerated flying movements, singing babbling songs, and the last part of the laughter.
"Xiaoqi, it's time to go to school." Suddenly there was a person in the mirror, with a noble and elegant aura about him, and a gentle and considerate voice.
"Okay, Mom." It turns out this is really me, a me who exists like a devil in my heart.