She said, "It won't fall off easily, it should be fine for about three to five days, or six to seven days."
Morris Jackson's face darkened, and he whispered, "That long?"
Lyra Smith probably guessed what he was thinking, and touched her own face, asking, "Uncle, are you not used to this face yet?"
Morris Jackson asked her instead, "Can you take it off yourself?"
Lyra could, but she didn't admit it to Morris Jackson and lied seriously, "No, my brother said that only his technique combined with the potion can take it off, forcibly removing it will damage the skin."
Morris Jackson's expression didn't change, but Lyra heard his very soft sigh.
How eager Uncle is to see her original appearance.
Suddenly she felt that lying to him was not very kind.
Morris Jackson held her small hand, "Come with me to the second floor."
Lyra didn't want to go up, she said, "Uncle, why don't we just go back to the hotel? You don't dance with me anyway, and it's so boring here."
