Zhu Lan watched from the side, her eyes wide and her mouth agape. When Ling Hua swiftly applied the disguise paste to her face, other than being unable to move and smelling the fragrance of the paste, and besides feeling restless, she didn't have any other significant reactions. But now, watching her do the same to Yan Qing, she felt deeply shocked and admiring from the inside out.
What sort of incredible goddess was this sister? Her hands could thread needles and make garments, as well as adeptly disguise someone's face. And with her own eyes, she witnessed Yan Qing's face, which was like a beautiful poem or painting, gradually change under her fingertips, unbelievably transforming into her own likeness.
Even when she looked at herself in the mirror, she felt it could not be more accurate.
