"Of course, please have a seat,"
Ye Wudao told her.
"Thank you."
The woman wearing the butterfly mask, with a pleasant babyish voice, gracefully sat down next to Ye Wudao and curiously observed the mask on Ye Wudao's face.
"What are you looking at?"
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable under her steady gaze, Ye Wudao asked.
"I am looking at the mask you're wearing. I think your mask is quite interesting," said the woman with the butterfly mask.
"It's just an ordinary mask. Can it really wear flowers?" Ye Wudao casually chatted with her while keeping an eye on the surroundings.
"No, I don't think so. The mask a person chooses can reveal their character," the woman said in a mystical tone.
Having nothing better to do, Ye Wudao casually asked, "Oh, is that so? Can you guess my personality, then?"
"From the mask you chose, I guess you are a very low-profile man who doesn't like to show off," the woman said thoughtfully.
"How so?" asked Ye Wudao, showing genuine interest.
