At the very moment the woman in the mirror parted her hair, it's fair to say that He Zheng's heartbeat involuntarily began to quicken.
Suddenly, the scene in the mirror rendered him utterly dumbstruck, and he was overcome with a tingling numbness in his hands and feet.
Upon separating her hair, the woman revealed cheeks devoid of any features, with only slightly concave areas where the eye sockets should be, a subtle protrusion for the nose bridge, but where the mouth should have been, there was nothing but flatness, no sign of lips whatsoever.
The faceless woman!
He Zheng quickly came to his senses.
That woman combed back her hair then hung it behind her ears, fully exposing the featureless visage to He Zheng.
She could still speak, yet with no lips to be seen moving—only the entire dressing mirror vibrated faintly as she talked.
"Now that you've sat down, let's tell stories. I like listening to stories, especially horror stories," the woman in the mirror slowly spoke up.