The two princes have seen so many women. This is the first time they have seen such an ugly woman.
According to the legend, it should be the Princess Sleeping Beauty who is extremely beautiful, favored by God, and blessed by fairies, but now—
His hair is gray and white, as dry as weeds in winter.
There is no trace of luster, and they all grow together in a messy manner.
Intertwined indiscriminately, lifeless, it seems that there are insects crawling on it.
The inexplicable worm made its home in the root of her hair.
Biting her dandruff, large flakes, mixed in the hair like snowflakes.
Looking down, her face is extremely ugly, with deep wrinkles and tear trough scars.
The forehead is small and narrow, the mandible is wide, and the whole looks like a pear, a shriveled and ugly old pear.
It was supposed to be the legendary beautiful sleeping face, but now—
When sleeping, the teeth are exposed.
Two big buck teeth were exposed, yellow and black, and even half of one was missing.
Sparse and sparse, uglier than old women's old teeth.
With his eyes closed, he fell asleep, but his skin looked like a deflated ball.
Loose, dull color, almost indistinguishable from the soil outside.
Looking around, the dress on her body is gorgeous, inlaid with pearls.
It's just that the more gorgeous the dress, the more it complements her ugliness.
Protruding cheekbones, black fingernails, too ugly to bear to look at, too ugly to be tolerated.
It's hard to imagine that such ugly people still exist in the world.
It's like being cursed by a demon.
Any man just needs to look at it, and he can't help but want to vomit.
It doesn't matter if you look at it for a second, it just feels hot to the eyes.
They sat slumped beside them, covering their mouths.
"vomit—"
Vomiting crazily, unable to speak.
…
…
At this time, at the same time, at the same moment.
The cloaked girl walking in the beautiful fairy tale world finally picked up the last treasure on the grass.
The jumbo sacks are filled to the brim, and the seams fit perfectly, with no extra space wasted.
She dragged the big sack with great contentment and stood on a high hillside.
There is a cool wind blowing on this quiet and peaceful grassland.
Very considerate, bringing her coolness and dispelling her heat.
She dragged the sack, raised her hand, squinted her eyes, and looked ahead.
The cool wind seems to be guiding her.
Guided her to look towards the small house full of flowers in the distance of the grassland.
Beautiful log cabin, small and exquisite.
It really looks like a fairy tale world, with red roofs, white wooden walls, and a small chimney.
Clean and nice colors, don't know who built it there.
The person standing on the hillside squinted his eyes to see.
Looked at it for a while, and then, slowly, let down the rope of the sack in his hand.
There is no one around, only her.
Originally, I wanted to leave after taking my things, so I didn't stay here.
but now…
She put down the sack full of treasures, and walked towards the wooden house.
Or rather, trotting away.
ran down the hill, panting, and ran to the wooden house.
Extremely quiet, still no sound.
The sky is quiet, the wind is still, even the sound of butterflies flapping their wings is still.
It was as quiet as a silent film.
She came to the cabin, gasping for breath, staring at the closed door of the cabin.
Almost without pausing, he walked up the steps, pushed the door open and entered—
With a "bang lang—", the door slammed heavily on the wooden wall behind.