Translator: Larbre Studio
Editor: Larbre Studio
Both their faces suddenly darkened: it was Quan Jin’s voice.
Why was she back?
Quan Jin walked to the centre of the living room with her arms crossed as she looked at her parents with despise. Right in that moment, Master Quan seemed to recall how Quan Jin used to be when she was only ten years old—so proud, arrogant, noble, and irrepressible.
Quan Jin should not have shown such imposing vigor at such troubled times.
“How… How could you…”
Master Quan was pointing at his familiar, yet seemingly strange, daughter. She had the same appearance, figure, and voice. However, she appeared to be totally different from the person she had been the day before. All the melancholy, weakness, and insecurity in her had disappeared.
Only one day had passed. What had actually happened to her?
Master Quan was about to say something but decided against it. Instead, he explained, “The reason we hid your name was for your own good! Do you know how many people out there want you dead? Why didn’t you discuss the engagement with Mo Qingtian with us?”
Quan Jin yawned lazily in response.
How pretentious!
Quan Jin glanced at her parents, seemingly knowing what they had conspired. She turned around and walked upstairs without saying a single word. Her parents were speechless as they watched her leave, an unsettling feeling engulfing them.
Quan Jin entered her room. The first thing she did was check herself out in the mirror to see how ugly she had become. Ironically, her recent figure and appearance did not fail to disappoint.
Damn.
Her dull, yellow skin made her eyes look even more hollow. She was now only one and a half meters in height. Her face was so swollen that she looked like a rustic bumpkin from afar.
I don’t want to live with this face.
Quan Jin took out a dagger from the drawer and pressed it over her wrist. She wanted to end her life with such a hideous face.
She threw a look at a photo resting in the drawer. The girl in the photo was about ten years old. She was wearing a white, customized gown and the diamond diadem on her head did not steal the spotlight from her gorgeous face.
Her original face. Her beauty had once been alluring and breathtaking…
Quan jin slammed the dagger back onto the table.
She closed the drawer, resting her finger on the red thread enclosing her right wrist. She only needed one life to utilize the prophecy and regain her beauty.
Should she do it?
No?
Yes!
No?
I should not do it! Regaining my beauty should be the last thing on my mind right now. I am not shallow.
She closed the drawer.
I only have 4 days of life. Staying alive is more important than having an attractive face.
The charming girl in the photo was ten-year-old Quan Jin. She wondered who was villainous enough to drug her for seven years, destroying her growth and brain functions, causing her intelligence to stagnate.
She had to stay at the prison for half of a day only to obtain the medication procession permit. She needed special medication to treat her face.
Quan Jin kicked the chair out of her way and pulled the door open. She was ready to go out and look for the medication.
She stood in the hall on the second floor and took a look around the empty living-room. She was too lazy to walk back downstairs. She jumped over the handrails and landed dashingly on the first floor.
Quan Jin had barely stepped out of the main door, when she saw a delicate figure running toward her. Her face was tiny and pale. Upon seeing Quan Jin, her eyes were filled with anxiety, surprise, and a little discontent.
The girl looked too weak to even stand. She rushed to Quan Jin.
“Quan… Quan Jin! Why didn’t you pick up my calls? Qingtian–Qingtian’s company is in huge trouble now!”