Upon seeing Jin Die pull out a dagger, Qin Yi felt a heart-stopping tension and couldn't help but warn, "Be careful, don't ruin my face."
"Should I go buy an eyebrow knife then?" Jin Die suggested.
"Forget it, it's not suitable for you to show up alone. Come on, I trust you."
Jin Die gently swayed the dagger, Qin Yi's entire body tensed, not daring to move an inch.
After a while, Jin Die sighed with relief too; grooming Qin Yi's eyebrows was indeed a laborious task, and she was also on edge, fearing she might ruin them.
"All done."
Qin Yi took the bronze mirror he'd tossed aside and looked at it, his mouth involuntarily twitching a few times.
"How alike do I look now?" Qin Yi asked.
"Ninety percent."
"What about the remaining ten percent?"
"Voice, posture, temperament."
