Chapter 1235 Wash Your Face

• Reagan couldn't believe it as she gently touched her own cheek, unable to feel a single wrinkle. It really happened! I've restored my youth! When did I consume the antidote?
• Reagan shuddered. Her gaze quickly shifted to the tiny bit of cat droppings left on the ground. Was that the antidote? It must've been!
• Reagan dropped to her knees in front of Emrys, speaking tearfully. “Thank you, Mr. Lund, for saving my life. I misunderstood you and Archwitch Merrill. I deserve to be slapped for my error.”