She thoughtfully poured him a cup of tea and handed it to him.
Bai Qinghao shifted his heated but distant gaze onto her.
Right now, her entire face was covered in scabs. Her skin had yet to properly peel.
It was similar to the type of scabs that formed on open surface wounds. The dried scabs were dark brown in colour. They were as disgusting as one's imagination would make them out to be.
Even she struggled to look in the mirror with her current appearance.
However, once these scabs healed, she would recover her original, beautiful appearance.
His gaze was far too difficult to read. She struggled to understand his emotions but sensed that he did not disdain her poor appearance.
This discovery filled her with joy.
Seeing that he did not receive the cup, she lifted it and specially kissed the rim of it with a loud smack. She then brought it close to him.
Bai Qinghao watched her in confusion. "What are you up to?"
