"Clever!" Rong Qingqing praised the young nurse, "You really are wasting your talents as a nurse."
Rong Qingqing rummaged through the makeup bag, then took the palest shade of cushion foundation and gently applied a thin layer on her face. She then picked another shade and lightly covered her lips with it.
Originally rosy, her complexion turned pale in an instant.
Even her lips were ashen.
Rong Qingqing also made subtle adjustments to her eyebrows and eyeliner.
Then, looking up again, her originally striking beauty transformed into the frail elegance of a sickly beauty like Lin Daiyu.
This face, without a magnifying glass, you couldn't tell she was wearing makeup.
At first glance, she was still Rong Qingqing, but the impression she gave was completely transformed.
Lin Bufan was awestruck, "Miss Qingqing, your skills are superb, truly impressive."
"Of course not?" Rong Qingqing closed the makeup bag, her tone very proud.
