Xie Jue hadn't expected that the reason Lan Ningzhen didn't remove her makeup was because of a black birthmark on her face. There was a soldier in the Ningzhou Military Camp with a similar black birthmark on his face, and he was frequently mocked for it. If even a man faced such ridicule, for it to appear on a young woman's face would be catastrophic. No wonder Lan Ningzhen wore such heavy makeup.
"I don't believe it!" Xie Jue said calmly, staring at her right cheek with an inscrutable expression.
Lan Ningzhen's fingers brushed over the area of the birthmark on her right cheek with a tinge of melancholy. After their meal, she dampened a towel and wiped the patch of skin above her cheekbone. Slowly, a faint trace of black emerged. "Mr. Helian, do you believe me now?"
