Under the effect of the potion, the tattoos on her body slowly began to dissolve at a visible rate.
Ye Wanwan soaked in the hot water, applied a facial mask on her face, then closed her eyes to rest for a while.
When she woke up, the water in the bathtub had completely changed color, turning pitch-black and murky.
And her body...
With the tattoos no longer covering it, its true appearance was fully revealed at last.
The temporary tattoos she had gotten caused no harm to her skin. Except for the red crescent-shaped birthmark on her chest, her entire body was flawless—smooth and tender like a piece of top-grade mutton fat jade, as white and translucent as snow piled up under the moonlight.
In her past life, she had even acted on impulse to get permanent tattoos, which had stayed with her for a full seven years. So it had been seven years since she last saw what her body really looked like.
Seeing its original state now, she was even a little surprised by how exquisite her skin was.
Besides, at twenty years old, she was in the prime of her youth, when a girl's skin was at its absolute best.
After peeling off the facial mask, Ye Wanwan drained the dirty water in the bathtub and washed her body all over again.
She put on a bathrobe and sat down in front of the dressing table.
In the mirror, the girl had light, misty eyebrows that looked like distant mountain ridges, a high and delicate nose bridge, and naturally lovely lips as pink as peach blossoms in March, tempting to be kissed. But the most stunning feature was her eyes—they held a pool of autumn water, shimmering brightly, and sparkled like stars when she blinked.
Her skin, once dry and sallow from years of heavy makeup, had been restored to its optimal condition by the mask, as soft and smooth as the skin on her body.
Yet Ye Wanwan knew this was only temporary. Like all other beauty treatments, the mask could only keep her skin looking good for a short while. Especially those emergency masks—they merely treated the symptoms, not the root cause.
To fully restore the skin on her face, she would need proper, long-term care.
At this moment, the exaggerated hairstyle she had gotten at the hair salon had also returned to its original state after being washed. Her waist-length, jet-black hair, still half-damp, cascaded lazily over her shoulders.
In her past life, she had cut off this precious hair later on, but now it was still there...
Filled with the joy of regaining something lost, Ye Wanwan cherished it deeply, gently combing it with a wooden comb.
After blow-drying her hair, Ye Wanwan stared at the wardrobe full of edgy, bold clothes and frowned again.
Forget it, she thought. I'll go get something from the cloakroom on the third floor. I've been reborn after all—why should I wrong myself any longer?
The entire third floor was a cloakroom, filled with clothes, accessories and bags that Si Yehan had someone prepare for her. Though she had never touched any of them, the cloakroom was always stocked with the latest seasonal collections every single year for seven whole years.
Downstairs.
At the dining table, Si Yehan was sipping his coffee slowly and unhurriedly.
The grayish shadows under his eyes, caused by chronic sleep deprivation, had faded a lot. His already handsome face looked even more dazzling today—as if he had been infused with vitality, glowing with an almost inhuman charm.
"Ow, hot, hot, hot..." Lin Que stared at him in a daze, and accidentally burned his tongue on the scalding coffee.
Si Yehan shot a casual, sideways glance at his friend across the table, his expression clearly saying that he thought Lin Que was a fool.
But even so, Lin Que couldn't help but think—damn it, even when this guy is giving him a disdainful look, he still looks drop-dead gorgeous!
Lin Que slammed his coffee cup down heavily. "Damn it, Si Jiu! Spill the beans! What the hell did you do last night? Did you drain some girl's energy or something?"