Looking at my face in the morning sunlight, I see I urgently need to take care of it.

After staying up late chatting with friends yesterday for the first time in a while, I came home to find a rather haggard-looking middle-aged woman standing in the mirror this morning. Perhaps because I didn't sleep well, my under-eyes are sunken and my complexion looks dull overall; I definitely feel that I am not the same as I used to be.

 

As I get older, even a single day of overexertion immediately sends my skin signals, "Please pay attention to me." This morning, I applied a generous amount of vitamin ampoule and massaged it thoroughly with a home care device, and it seems to have regained some vitality. I guess skin really is honest.