Seeing this, Yan Feifei was at a loss. She felt incredibly awkward and wanted to leave, but she knew Zhang Bin must have brought her here for a reason.
Could it be... is Senior Brother still interested in an ugly monster like me? A flicker of hope sparked within her, but it was quickly overshadowed by anxiety and fear.
"Feifei, come over here and sit down." Zhang Bin beckoned to her. Once she was seated, he meticulously examined her terrifying face, murmuring, "It really is too ugly, too horrifying…"
"Senior Brother, I know," Yan Feifei said, her eyes brimming with tears. "You hate how I look. You hate me for being so ugly and don't want to see me. From now on, I'll wear a veil." She pulled a black silk scarf from her pocket and was about to put it on.
"Hah," Zhang Bin chuckled, grabbing her hand. "I really don't want to see such a horrifying face. That's why I brought you in here—to make you look better."
