Chapter 513

God, what was this with this ridiculously frail look? Mimi’s reflection looked as withered as a ghost. She had sobbed so much yesterday that her eyes revolted, being swollen, red, and just freakish in general. The rest of her complexion was no better. Her cheeks were bloodless and ghastly, as though she had just emerged from an apocalyptic sickness.

Nothing in the mirror—where a face twisted by grief and corrupted by pain stared hollowly at Mimi—conferred the bygone charisma and glamor of her y