The moment the child took off the black cover, revealing his true face.
Not only Han Feng, but also Tan Rou, who stood beside him, had their expressions momentarily frozen.
Under the mask was a cute little face carved like jade.
The child's skin was so pure and delicate, without a trace of wind or frost damage. Tan Rou, who had lived for more than thirty years, had never seen such good skin, and was momentarily stunned.
Though he was taller than his peers, judging by his appearance, he was only about five or six years old.
The child's black silk-knit velvet cap was hollow, with half-long black hair meticulously gathered at the top of his head, secured by an exquisite small silver crown and three silver hairpins.
