Wen Shining stepped into the bathroom, washed her face, and as she looked up at herself in the mirror, the expression on her face gradually turned sinister.
She dried her face with a paper towel, emerged from the bathroom, settled before the dressing table, and began to meticulously apply her makeup.
Gazing at her pale complexion slowly becoming rosy and her haggard features gradually refining, the cold sneer in her eyes intensified.
She arranged her long hair and slipped into a black slip dress.
Rising to her feet, she entered her father's room, took the medicine box down from the shelf, rifled through it, and extracted a bottle of sleeping pills her father had used previously.
She poured one pill into her hand, thought for a moment, then added three more pills.
Clasping her fingers, she gripped the pills and descended the stairs step by step.
The household servants, hearing footsteps, hurried over to greet her.
"Miss?!"
"Make me a glass of juice, and simmer some porridge…"
