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"Oh no..."

Zhang Hua anxiously clutched at her clothes, her face flushed red as she avoided the gazes of young people.

"Mom..." Lin Xiangwan was particularly surprised to see this, noting the bright, fresh, red marks on her mother's body which were obviously recent.

"Hmm?" Zhang Hua didn't know how to respond to her daughter.

The makeup artist considerately left, giving the mother and daughter some space.

Lin Xiangwan withdrew her gaze from the closed door and looked again at her mother. "Mom, what are these..."

Zhang Hua knew she couldn't hide it any longer and admitted directly, "Your father did this, and I'm very angry!"

"But... these couldn't have appeared in one day, right? It must have taken many times to accumulate so many, layers of new and old..." Lin Xiangwan was surprised and somewhat relieved.

"And some from other uncles too!" Zhang Hua looked away.