It had just dimmed a tiny bit, yet she felt she had aged a little.
Lin Xinlan grew more and more uneasy as she looked. Had she already started to age?
Rong Shaoze came in holding a bowl when he saw her staring blankly into the mirror in her hand; he approached her with confusion and asked, "What’s wrong? What are you looking at?"
"Look at me, have I aged a bit?" She presented her face close to his, asking earnestly.
Rong Shaoze scrutinized her closely and couldn’t help laughing: "Where have you aged? I can’t see it at all."
"Really? I feel my skin has started to look haggard. Look, isn’t it a bit duller than before?"
All mirth was in Rong Shaoze’s eyes as he spoke softly, "I haven’t noticed, probably you just haven’t rested well lately, and you’re a bit deficient in vitality. Tomorrow I’ll have someone prepare more nourishing food for you to eat, guaranteeing that your complexion will be rosy and your skin fair."
Seeing he wasn’t lying, Lin Xinlan was reassured. Perhaps she was being overly concerned.
"Come, eat something first." Rong Shaoze spooned a dumpling for her to eat. She took a bite, found it delicious, took the bowl from him, and quickly finished off a large bowl of dumplings.
After eating, it was very late, but Rong Shaoze still did not let her off the hook.
She was full, and now it was his turn to "eat"...
Gazing at her reflection in the mirror, Lin Xinlan’s face turned deathly pale.
She looked and looked again in the mirror obstinately, only to indeed discover two crow’s feet at the corners of her eyes.
It was terrifying. In just a matter of two days, wrinkles had begun to appear on her face.
Not only that, her complexion seemed to have dulled even more, and she had a huge appetite, feeling as if she could never eat enough.
She remembered what Qiao Yiyang had said.
If someone lamented that time passed too slowly, or wanted to experience life at a quicker pace, then they could inject that kind of drug.
Does that mean, the drug Qiao Yiyang injected her with was meant to make her age rapidly?
Upon considering this possibility, Lin Xinlan shivered, chilled to the bone.
What would she become?
Saggy-skinned, wrinkled, and a white-haired old lady?
That wasn’t the most horrifying part. The most terrifying prospect was that she would become an elderly woman with white hair, while Rong Shaoze remained a handsome, upright young man.
When the two of them stood together, wouldn’t everyone think they were grandson and grandmother?
No one would ever guess they were lovers...
"Ah—" Lin Xinlan was frightened by her own imagination, screaming sharply as she panicked and swept all the items off her dressing table to the floor.
She stood up, not knowing what to do, distraught.
Should she tell Rong Shaoze about this? But what would his reaction be?
Perhaps he wouldn’t despise her now, but what about when she had aged?
Even if two people loved each other deeply, even if he loved her aged appearance, the premise was supposed to be them aging together, not her alone.
No one could stand their other half being full of wrinkles, spotted with age, and with white hair, while they themselves were still very young, not even thirty.
The more Lin Xinlan thought about it, the more terror-stricken she became. She would rather become a hideous freak than an old lady.
What women care about most is their age and appearance.
Initially, she thought it would just be an appearance issue, but who knew age would also become a problem.
She simply couldn’t accept this. If that day truly came, she would rather die than face Rong Shaoze.