In the makeup room, Yun Shishi was sitting in front of the dressing mirror. Mu Xi, who was tidying the makeup kit at the side, smiled at her artiste's reflection in the mirror. "Shishi, I just realize that you have a face that suits any types of cosmetics applied on it!"
Gathering her wayward thoughts at the assistant's remark, she could not help but bestow a smile on her. "Mu Xi, is your hand feeling any better?"
Her assistant nodded. "Yes, my hand is fine now. The blisters have healed after using that ointment you've given me these few days. It's almost fully recovered by now."
"Don't push yourself. If it still hurts, you must tell me."
The assistant replied, "Oh, my, Shishi! I'm not that pitiful! It's nothing but a small injury. It is actually all better now!"
These words were what left her lips, but deep down, she was feeling grateful for her artiste's concern.
