The clear and bright eyes, like black grapes set in flawless fair skin, with long eyelashes fluttering slightly.
The cheeks had a faint pink hue, like blush spreading.
The thin lips were like rose petals laden with morning dew, tender and ready to drip.
This face was so familiar, familiar to the point that Zhai En's heart was lifted.
His right eye corner suddenly twitched, "Shi Shi, your face..."
Xia Shi shrugged, "It's already healed. I was planning to give you a surprise."
But...
Crack—
A crack appeared on Zhai En's face.
In other words, not only did he get this scar for nothing, but this scar was as unjust as Dou E's.
Someone, please pass a pen, let's first calculate Director Zhai's psychological shadow area.
Or rather, forget it, it's too big to calculate.
Zhai En's smile was uglier than crying. Previously, it was the handsome guy and the beast; now it's the beauty and the beast.
Ah, fate, you're like a wicked stepmother!
"Your face, who healed it?"
