The next instant, she quickly ran to the mirror, but Aunt Cui blocked her view: "Miss Mingzhu, you better not look...."
The face in front of her, no, it could no longer be called a face. The skin was swollen, protruding, and purple, from the brow bone to the jaw, densely covered with small bumps. There was hardly a single unblemished area on the face. Anyone with trypophobia would surely be unable to handle it; even Aunt Cui was feeling a bit creeped out.
Lu Mingzhu felt even more uneasy, and suddenly pushed Aunt Cui aside: "Get out of the way."
Seeing the person in the mirror clearly, she suddenly screamed, "Ahhhhhh...." The piercing scream shattered the silence and startled the birds feeding nearby.
Lu Mingzhu fell to the ground, feeling nauseated and terrified, "What happened to my face?"
Aunt Cui turned and ran: "I'll go find the madam."
