Chapter 8 - 007 mother and daughter are worlds apart
Before cooking, Tian Sangsang wanted to confirm her appearance first. She casually picked up the small copper mirror on the table.
There was also a pile of medicine on the table. Meng Shuyan said, "Mom, these are the medicines Aunt Zhong left for you."
Tian Sangsang carefully flipped through them—there were both external and internal treatments, complete with instructions. She silently noted Aunt Zhong's kindness in her heart. The woman gave the medicine without saying a word, and Tian Sangsang promised herself she'd repay her someday.
If she remembered correctly, Aunt Zhong even gave the little bun a steamed bun earlier today. Not only that, but over the past half month, Aunt Zhong had been quietly bringing steamed buns to Meng Shuyan quite often.
She looked in the mirror.
Wait, what? The mirror was too small; her face didn't fit in it.
She could only see the middle portion—a bit of pockmarks, a face where the nose and mouth's normal contours were lost amidst the flesh; when she raised the mirror a little higher, what showed were two slits. That's right—her squinty eyes couldn't even reveal a full eyeball. Her eyebrows were untouched—pitch black and thick.
But the real kicker wasn't that—it was her skin color.
Are you sure this isn't a tourist from Africa? Are you sure this family didn't immigrate here from Africa? Are you sure this is the mythical "Far East," the land of the dragon known as China? Her mouth opened wide, her eyes bulged—with the exception of the whites of her eyes and her teeth, there was no place on her face that wasn't black.