"My face! My face!"
Huo Ranhua was suddenly attacked, looking at her disfigured self in the mirror, almost driven mad.
Despite being weak, Ji Xueruo's lips curled into an arrogant smile.
From how this woman carried such a precious mirror, it was clear how much she cared about her beauty.
And the venom I used, though not fatal, is enough to make this vicious woman hate me for a lifetime.
Even if it can't help her turn the tide, it's enough as it is.
But Huo Ranhua suddenly paused, she gathered her scattered hair, restored her poise between being disfigured, as if her madness just now was an act.
She looked down at the black-dressed girl with a face full of astonishment, "Did I act well?"
Ji Xueruo's expression turned grave, the horror of this woman was beyond her imagination.
