The young girl in the mirror was dressed in brown slim-fit sportswear. Her long black hair fell on her chest, and she wore a tophat that nearly covered half of her face.
After Zhao Youlin confirmed that nobody would recognize her without careful observation, she felt satisfied as she adjusted the tophat on her head. Then, she turned around and cast a glance at the bright sky outside the window.
She gently breathed a sigh of relief before she got on the bed and looked at Joy who was sleeping soundly. She smiled faintly and reached out to pinch Joy's cheek.
The little boy who was sleeping felt unhappy about being pinched. He swung his little hand to resist the external disturbance and turned around with his fat butt facing Zhao Youlin.
