An Ruoxi didn't linger long; she went straight to the restroom after passing the dance floor. Crouching in a corner, her eyes were fixed on the phone screen, trying to imprint the face of an old man who looked sleazy and ferocious into her mind.
"So ugly it's a disservice to the people, why keep it?"
That was An Ruoxi's first reaction to the photo, but it was quickly suppressed by another thought.
"Well, one of his cars is worth more than my house."
Taking a deep breath, An Ruoxi took off her coat, stood in front of the mirror, and looked at the girl in the reflection. Already used to having a plain face, her lips were now painted bright red, and her long lashes were covered with fake eyelashes...
An Ruoxi couldn't bear to look at herself any longer and turned away from the mirror. This ghostly makeup—someone who didn't know better might think she was attending a Ghost Face ball.
