Song Yi saw her pull out two small wooden boxes from inside her clothes. She turned her back to him and fiddled with them for a moment. When she looked at him again, her face had completely changed.
Her skin was now dull and sallow, and her face was covered in small, dark spots. Her features were no longer as delicate and beautiful as before.
"...What are you doing?" His gaze lingered on her face for a moment, his curiosity piqued.
"I'm too good-looking. I was afraid your brother wouldn't let me go." An Jin stuffed the wooden boxes back into her clothes.
If anyone else had said that, it would have sounded like narcissistic boasting, but having witnessed An Jin's charm firsthand, Song Yi knew she was just stating a fact.
'If it were me, I wouldn't be able to let her go either.'
'I didn't expect the kid's standards to suddenly improve so much after a year.'
