Zhang Chi removed his disguise on his voice. Hearing Zhang Chi's voice, Miao Yin's tears streamed down her cheeks.
She pushed open the door and barged in.
Now, there was no mood for playing the flute; she just wanted to throw herself into Zhang Chi's arms and cry.
However, after pushing open the door, she saw Zhang Chi with a cloth covering his face and did not immediately rush forward, but looked at him with tearful eyes.
A face can deceive, but a look cannot.
Miao Yin reached out to touch Zhang Chi's cloth with a trembling hand and slowly pulled it down.
Hm?
Not Zhang Chi.
Seeing that Zhang Chi didn't resist, Miao Yin knew he must still be in disguise.
Although she knew the person in front of her was Zhang Chi, she couldn't embrace a stranger's face.
Then, she fumbled about Zhang Chi's face again.
As expected, it was a human skin mask.
She pulled it off.
Hm?
Still not Zhang Chi?
Miao Yin was somewhat stunned.
Seeing her confusion, Zhang Chi suddenly felt amused.
