"Me?" The girl's bright pink eyes widened.
She had always avoided watching her reflection when drawing water from the lake. This morning was no exception. It just... haunted her to see what she had become—a hideous monster of blisters and stitches that plagued her dreams, awakening her in the dead of the night, sweating, in pain.
Even before the witch's experiment turned her into that monster, her beauty was barely above average for a child. However, her rare yellow hair and pink eyes did make her stand out slightly. Still, not enough compared to those merchants' daughters, draped in fancy dresses or these cultivator fairies with unblemished skin everyone spoke about.
So, who was this charming child reflected by the ice mirror?
She moved her small hand to her face tentatively before she froze. Scrutinising the perfect skin, she snapped her gaze to her arms, where the horrible stitches were.
