The Makeup Artist fell silent, though he continued scrubbing at his face with fervor, tears of remorse mingling with the river water, their distinction blurred in the dim moonlight.
Meanwhile, Smile, reveling in the chaos he had incited, grinned triumphantly. "Shishi, I warned you not to play ghost and scare Singer. See, now he's furious."
The Makeup Artist seethed in silence, feeling betrayed by Smile's earlier encouragement.
Was he being mocked now for his inability to speak or retaliate?
"Singer, why did you flee in such a sorry state this time? Logically, Shishi did your makeup. You shouldn't have attracted Xiao Yize's attention, right?" Smile queried, genuine curiosity coloring his tone.
As long as Smile refrained from mangling his name, Singer could tolerate the conversation.
"I encountered a few formidable adversaries."
Singer reclined on the rock, his somber gaze fixed on the moonlit sky.
