Qiu Bufan's face could already be called perfect-the kind that revealed no flaws from any angle, even under a high-definition camera shooting a full 360 degrees.
The mirror feigned surprise. "What's wrong?"
"My figure. There's so much fat here."
Qiu Bufan pinched the flesh at her waist, then slapped her calves resentfully. "These muscular calves keep me from even daring to wear skirts. They're hideous."
The mirror fell silent for a moment, as though carefully examining her body:
"Such a beautiful face on such a bulky body. They really don't go together."
Lu Mi couldn't help marveling at the Mirror Spirit's skill.
The Mirror Spirit hadn't fully formed yet. It surely needed to press palms with Qiu Bufan a few more times.
Having granted Qiu Bufan's initial wishes, it stayed put, waiting for her to ask for more-she certainly would. Humans were never satisfied. It was their nature.
The mirror had said it could see people's desires. At first, Qiu Bufan hadn't wanted to change her figure, because that man had mainly picked apart her face and family background.
Now that she had beauty and money, she began looking for new things to be dissatisfied with.
With the Mirror Spirit agreeing with her, Qiu Bufan hurriedly asked, "Can we do it again?"
The Mirror Spirit sounded casual. "Sure. I won't let you underestimate me."
The outline of a palm gradually appeared on the mirror's surface.
Yesterday, that palm had only appeared after Qiu Bufan left. Now, without giving it another moment's thought, she eagerly pressed her own palm against it.
"That's enough. Wait until tomorrow," the Mirror Spirit said.
But Qiu Bufan didn't pull her palm away. "My fingers are short and stubby. Make my hands look like they're from a comic!"
"I also want that boy in the next