New Year—2027! Dream! (3)

Click!

As the door creaked open, Wang Jiarong stepped into the room, her eyes widening at the sight that greeted her.

"!"

There, before a large, elegantly framed vanity mirror, her mother, Xinyue Zhilan, was absorbed in applying makeup.

Dressed in a sharp, grey suit that signified of her profession as a lawyer, Xinyue's posture was the epitome of grace.

Her hair was slicked back into a perfect bun, projecting the image of strict professionalism.

"Mom?" Wang Jiarong's voice cracked with uncertainty, breaking through the calm silence of the room.

"..."

Xinyue continued her makeup routine without pause, her hands moving with practiced precision.

She delicately dabbed concealer over a discolored mark on her cheek, her expression unreadable in the mirror's reflection.

Stepping closer, Jiarong's heart thudded with growing concern.