Over the past few months, Xie An had rarely looked in a mirror.
In his twilight years, he had grown accustomed to his appearance being what it was. He knew that things like handsomeness had nothing to do with him anymore, so he did not much like looking in mirrors.
But now, taking a closer look...
"Good heavens..."
Sixty percent of his hair had turned black.
Before, he had been searching for black strands among his white hair. Now, he was searching for white strands among his black hair.
Hair was truly far too important to a person's appearance. Once his hair turned black, a vigorous air immediately rushed over him. Even if the skin on his face was as tender as water beneath a head of white hair, he would at best be described as having "crane-white hair and a child's complexion."
Besides his hair, the wrinkles on his face had also smoothed out by seventy or eighty percent.
Even his originally somewhat dry lips had regained much of their plump, blood-red color. His slightly sunken eye sockets had also filled out considerably.
If he did not look carefully, Xie An could hardly recognize the fellow in the mirror.
Afraid that it was an illusion, Xie An reached out and pinched his own face.
Plump and elastic.
It was not quite delicate enough to be blown apart by a breath or broken by a flick, but it genuinely had a solid, substantial feel.
Previously, although Xie An's wrinkles and white hair had improved somewhat, he had always carried a heavy, twilight air about him. Now, genuine vitality and youthful energy had surged from within him.
Xie An felt that he was growing farther and farther away from being called an "old man."
"If I could return to the appearance