She froze for a moment, her heart stopping.
She never expected to run into him here, even less to be seen by him in such an ugly state.
Instinctively, she raised her hand to cover her face, but Lu Shifeng grabbed it. His grip was cold, slightly trembling, while his other hand slowly caressed her cheek, his long fingers sweeping over the twisted scar on her face. As they passed, they left a trail of icy fire.
She turned her head instinctively, her voice trembling, "Don't look!"
But he turned her head back, his gaze deep and complex, "Xingyu..."
"Lu Shifeng, I told you not to look!" She struggled to free her hand, her voice tinged with urgency and a hint of tears. Even though she had borne these scars for so many years, even though so many people in the world had seen them, she still didn't want him to see. Stubbornly, she turned her head away again and again, using her other hand to block him, "Lu Shifeng, go away!"
Lu Shifeng pulled her into his arms, "Xingyu!"
