C994 Beauty(1)

Nangong Waner sat alone in front of the table and stared blankly at herself in the mirror. She slowly raised her hand and her nails gently slid across her exquisite face, creating a slight red mark.

If there was a man present at this moment, he would feel pain for this action.

It could not be helped. This face was really too exquisite and beautiful, just like the most exquisite piece of art