"Do my eyes still hurt to look at?"
He patted his mud-stained palms, tilting his head to look at Su Yan.
Su Yan sat beside him, with very little distance between them.
He faced her, allowing her to clearly see his changed appearance.
Not much had changed, except that his eyes had turned completely red, even the pupils.
His skin had become pale, somewhat translucent. If you poked it, it felt like smooth jelly, tender and elastic.
Suddenly, jealousy surged in Su Yan's heart.
Why was his skin so flawless, while her face had developed two pimples due to lack of sleep in the past few days...
What is that on his forehead?
A beauty mark?
But it's prettier than a beauty mark, long and delicate, like a fine cut, the vivid red like blood seeping from a wound.
Her fingers touched it, not a wound, nor something that had stuck onto it.
It was just his skin, only... tinged with a brush of red...
