Smooth and snow-white...
Wasn't she supposed to be covered in bites and wounds?
Could the photos have been photoshopped?
Oh, heavens...
Poor 2088 guest, I'm sorry for you... I forgot that besides her face, I shouldn't look anywhere else.
Keira Leaf supported her hair by the sink for a while, her stomach continuing to produce sour water until she vomited again. After brushing her teeth anew, she then walked out in slippers, massaging her belly at the same time.
At this time, the sound of water from another bathroom had stopped, it seemed that Joshua Sulliven must have finished his shower.
Keira Leaf hurriedly ran to the sofa, picked up his mobile phone and, despite the painful blindness, quickly looked again at Olivia Leaf's photos—the sharply pointed chin, the small face the size of a palm, heavy makeup with charmingly curly hair, were quite different from her usually pure and lovely appearance.
But perhaps Olivia Leaf had changed her style after the injury?