The more she thought about it, the more Yumo felt a headache coming on, unable to help but lift her hand to her forehead and sigh softly.
Yumo was lost in her thoughts when a soft, soothing voice gradually made its way into her ears. Yumo followed the sound and glanced at Mengxi, the silver-haired girl next to her who was brushing her hair.
"Ding dong~, come on, Yumo, first appreciate my masterpiece~"
Closely leaning against Yumo's cheek, Mengxi excitedly said.
This statement also pulled Yumo back from her thoughts to reality, showing a trace of confusion:
"What's this, Mengxi?"
"Hehe, just now, sister's makeup is all set~"
The next moment,
A pleased Mengxi cheerfully pushed Yumo in front of a mirror.
With a snap of Mengxi's fingers, the room suddenly became brightly lit, and Yumo's own stunning beauty was perfectly reflected in the mirror.
