Humiliation All the Time
Editor: Henyee Translations
"I knew there was something off about that child!" Ling stomped her feet and exclaimed, "Can't believe I gave her a second look. I never expected to be deceived like this."
"Maybe it's because you're not the sharpest tool in the shed," echoed the silent criticism from everyone present.
Meanwhile, Qiao Mu had discreetly slipped into the backyard of a peasant family. She borrowed a set of boy's clothes and hastily tidied herself up.
Examining her reflection in the water tank, she pondered, 'Although my figure has diminished, they might still recognize me if they scrutinize my face.'
Concerned, she retrieved a medicinal herb from her concealed bag, extracting its juice and applying it to her face. After a few moments, she inspected herself in the water tank, almost recoiling at her altered appearance.
Her petite face now sported an unnatural yellow hue, resembling a layer of yellow paint. Even she found it repulsive.