In the mirror was a young man with slightly curly black disheveled hair. He wasn't unattractive, but his overall appearance was just slightly above average. He wore a silver cross necklace and a fitted priest's robe with a black main tone, his expression calm and indifferent, his gaze deep and gentle, looking very profound.
"How does it feel?"
Jiawen slowly turned in a circle on the spot, turned her head, and blinked at Ah Qing standing behind her: "Do I look like it?"
The girl tilted her head, then circled around the young lady who had fully changed into 'Hei Fan's' skin twice, smiled broadly and said: "You're exactly the same, Miss, just like a living Black Vatican Priest."
"Exactly the same..."
Jiawen furrowed her brows and gently stroked the face belonging to Hei Fan, muttering to herself: "But why do I feel like something isn't quite right?"
