"Someone... Give me the mirror." Though her head was fine, Hu Anjing had a feeling that her hair was not!
When Fu Beimo heard her request, she originally wanted to refuse, but when she thought about all those times when Hu Anjing had bullied her, she decided to hand her the compact mirror just for fun.
Hu Anjing took the compact mirror with shaking hands, and when she brought it over and opened it, her eyes widened with disbelief, followed by all the blood draining from her face. Her scalp was fine, but her hair was burnt in several places, leaving shiny bald spots.
The once long and glossy hair was now ugly and short.
Hu Anjing stared at her reflection before a mournful and anguished scream left her lips. She covered her face and yelled at the top of her lungs as she couldn't believe that such a thing had happened to her. She, who had paid attention to her appearance the most, was ruined like this.
