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"When Young Master Han sees you later, he'll definitely be so mesmerized that he will want to hide you and not let anyone else set their eyes on you!" It was the first time the makeup artist had seen such a beautiful bride, and she herself could not take her eyes off Nian Xiaomu.

She could not help but continue to sing praises of her beauty.

Seeing as how Nian Xiaomu did not have any further instructions for her, she packed her stuff up and left the lounge.

The lounge became empty, leaving Nian Xiaomu seated alone before the dressing table.

Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she felt as if she was looking at a stranger.

She then began to slowly reach out and touch her own face.

In her head, she remembered pushing Tan Bengbeng onto a chair and insisting on putting makeup on for her, popped up.

Tan Bengbeng's facial features were delicate but carried a trace of coldness.