"Is this really me?"
Xu Nianhua looked several times before daring to confirm it was herself.
"Of course, it's you." Pei Yicheng said proudly, "Don't you think my photography is pretty good?"
"Impressive."
Xu Nianhua gave Pei Yicheng a thumbs up, her eyes fixed on the photo, always feeling that Pei Yicheng made her look too beautiful.
Xu Nianhua couldn't help but touch her face—her delicate skin filled with collagen—no longer the Xu Nianhua who used to fear mirrors.
Since returning last summer, Xu Nianhua seldom looked in the mirror, and her clothes were chosen by Ji Ying. She liked colors of black, white, and gray, but Ji Ying avoided buying these three colors, insisting that a twenty-year-old girl should wear brighter and prettier colors.
"Very beautiful," Pei Yicheng remarked, and it was unclear whether he was referring to the photo or the person.
