In front of the dressing table, I put some light makeup on myself. She looked at the girl in the mirror in a trance. Was this person her? She no longer recognized the woman in the mirror. The woman's hair was slightly curly, her face was white, her eyebrows were slender, and her lips were rosy.
After he told Shen Mijie the company's decision last night, he took out several intimate photos and details of his wife from his bag calmly before he wanted to say something. I saw with my own eyes that Shen Mijie's face turned white and then turned around to let her leave. He spat out the words "Miss Fang" to let her understand that they had returned to the time before that rainy night meeting.
I tightly held the eyebrow pencil. She would not regret it. Even if time flew backward, she would still
