Ugly Beauty: The Second Miss Waste

924 Kneel down
It turned out that her body had been infused with spiritual power and slept on an ice bed for more than ten years before it could be preserved because of the slow flow of blood.

But the premise of her youthful appearance was only based on her being unconscious. Now that she was awake, she knew her situation better than anyone else.

It won't be long before she will be teens or even twenties older, and she will change from a 17-year-old appearance to a 37-year-old or even 47-year-old in an instant.

This is a matter of no choice, who taught her to pass out for more than ten years.

Time has already passed, and people should indeed be old.

Mu Wanxiang caressed her face again, trying to remember her appearance.

She closed her eyes and exhaled faintly.

Opening his eyes again, there was one more person in the mirror.

That person has white hair on the temples, looks more mature and stable, and there are a few fine lines around his eyes.

A heart seems to be tightly grasped, and only numbness remains after the pain.

She is no longer the Mu Wanxiang she was back then, she abandoned everything for the so-called love, and she could do without anything, except him.

But the suspended animation, the death of her mother, the child's suffering, and the 16-year coma, she couldn't pretend that she didn't know anything, and it was impossible for her to pretend that she was still 17 years old.

"Wan Xiang..."

It wasn't Xiao Baozi before the age of ten, nor Mu Wanxiang after that, it was just two words, but it was full of too many incomprehensible feelings.

Mu Chen didn't turn his head when he saw Mu Wanxiang, and raised his hands to touch her lightly, but he still didn't dare to go any further.

When she was unconscious, he took care of her and even scrubbed her body.

However, regarding this matter, seeing Mu Wanxiang who was so indifferent, Mu Chen didn't know how to speak.

Mu Wanxiang looked at the plain face in the mirror, then turned to look at his eyes and eyebrows that had experienced the baptism of time.

Such a familiar person, the person she has loved all her life.

But love to the end, only hurt.

His evasion and cowardice in the face of feelings finally chilled her, and she never wanted to hear any nonsense that she still loved him.

Mu Wanxiang just glanced at him lightly, and that glance really seemed to be looking at a stranger.

After reading it, Mu Wanxiang stepped up and walked around him.

"Wan Xiang..."

A call full of complex emotions came from behind, but Mu Wanxiang's footsteps would not stop for half a step.

She still walked forward, not listening to any words.

Since Lanyin's death, Mu Shenghuang has been sleeping very late.

He couldn't sleep, so he got up and went to the study to paint.

It's good to draw anything, at least when you focus on one thing, it won't make him feel too sad.

Suddenly a figure appeared outside the study, Mu Shenghuang stopped what he was doing, and looked out sideways.

Looking at it, the paintbrush in his hand fell to the ground, and the ink splashed on the white rice paper, smudged, and a painting that was about to be completed was ruined.

After Mu Wanxiang stepped into the threshold, she knelt down with a plop, and walked directly from the threshold to two steps in front of Mu Shenghuang.

"Dad. I'm sorry."

Now even though there are thousands of regrets and guilt, in the end it all turned into a sentence of sorry
No matter how big a mistake has been made, what is the use of saying more regrets now.

Mu Wanxiang lowered her head, not daring to look at Mu Shenghuang.

When she came in, she caught a glimpse of Mu Shenghuang's old face, her heart was sour, her eyes filled with tears, but she suppressed them back.

(End of this chapter)