Fang Wuji was already mocked by others for over twenty years. Even if he became uglier, he didn't really mind it.
In any case, life was like this. Because of his face, he could only depend on those erotic novels to vent his bodily needs.
Originally, Fang Wuji was as calm as an old monk that was meditating. But after seeing the shocked expressions from everyone, he frowned. When Ma Zhang also started to marvel in admiration, Fang Wuji gulped down a mouthful of saliva due to nervousness and wanted to look for a mirror.
"Teacher Fang, for you!"
Li Ziqi took out a palm-sized western mirror from her bag. After she opened the lid, she passed it to Fang Wuji.
Fang Wuji took the mirror and when he was about to look at his reflection, he suddenly felt afraid. It was like he was standing at the fork of life. He didn't know in which direction he should go.
(What if I really became handsome?)
(How should I live my future life?)
