The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

What if I really combed out my previous life?

Don't comb?

But... I really want to know if the mirror has such a magical function as grandma said!

I sat at the end of the bed, biting a piggy-shaped pillow, lifting and lowering the comb in my hand, and repeating it like a fool.

When I recovered from my entangled thoughts, the hour and minute hands on the alarm clock had already pointed to twelve, and the second hand was still two ticks away from ten o'clock, which was ten seconds. [

"When...when...when..."

The moment the bell struck twelve o'clock, I jumped up like a spring, sat down in front of the mirror at a lightning speed, closed my eyes and shaved my hair with a comb...

There was no wind at all, the thick air seemed to be frozen, and there were occasional chirps of insects coming in from outside the window...

I secretly opened one eye and looked at the mirror. It was okay if I didn’t look at it. When I saw it, I almost passed out on the spot. The person reflected in the mirror was not me at all. On the Chinese-style corridor, the long black hair with a halo of light is fixed on the head with a plum blossom headdress, the ends of the irregular broken bangs are trimmed with a pair of delicate willow-leaf eyebrows, and the watery eyes are like a pair of black crystal chess pieces. Like, flowing luster, white tender and ruddy oval face, under the beautiful little nose, red and plump lips, like two pink petals that are opening...