The smooth, mirror-like silver shell clearly reflected her face.
Qingmei's features hadn't changed much. Her skin was delicate enough to burst at a touch, and the hospital gown hung loosely on her, only that a melancholic air lay hidden in her eyes, unnoticed even by herself.
Raising her hand to touch her smooth cheek, Qin Yiren gazed at her own reflection with a smile. Her mirrored self naturally smiled back, yet it appeared somewhat unfamiliar.
It was hard to describe this eerie feeling...
Qin Yiren's mind was in turmoil as she looked away, her head aching with furrowed brows, not understanding why she felt such strange sensations.
She usually spent her school time and worked four part-time jobs a week to pay off the debts left by her foster mother.
