Shi Mingjia was frightened as soon as she opened her eyes.
She didn't even dare to shout.
She woke up and found herself lying next to her.
Round face, tear mole, thick eyebrows. That's right.
This is not a mirror.
But this is a person with the same face as myself.
Moreover, it is not someone else who looks like her, this is herself.
Shi Mingjia suddenly couldn't remember how he died.