The Spiritual Fetus Is Mature; Reap It At 8 Pm!

"Is… is that me?"

Watching herself in the mirror, Fang Ying revealed great disbelief through her pretty eyes.

Her beautiful face was unparalleled!

Each inch of her skin was silky white.

Her delicate face was like a piece of artwork carved by mother nature, at the sight of which, Fang Ying could barely breathe.

Her eyes were as resplendent as stars.

Her mouth was small and her nose was nicely shaped!

Each inch of her body was perfect.

Even a woman would blush at the sight of Fang Ying.

Tick!

Tick!

Fang Ying's beautiful eyes began to drop off crystal tears.

Covering her small mouth, she was quivering slightly while choking on her sobs.

The last couple of days felt like a century!

As she was aging, she became a monster in her friends and families eyes!

Those fearful, detestable, and contemptible looks made her bashful and furious!

Even her father detested her and doubted her survival!