"You're so beautiful," murmured Suolin. Indeed, Ai Lin was always beautiful, yet under the accent of the silver dragon scales, she almost glowed. Suolin couldn't help but reach out her hand, gently stroking Ai Lin's face; every movement she made seemed to indicate something.
Envy.
Ai Lin also stretched out her hand, slowly brushing Suolin's cheek. It felt warm, but completely smooth.
"They... really..."
"Yes, none at all," Suolin whispered.
Ai Lin was at a loss for how to console her. Girls are always preoccupied with their beauty, but when you lose all of your facial features, all words of comfort lose their meaning.
"However, at least my figure is good!" Suolin said, cheering herself up with a laugh. It was a foolish consolation that Long Yi made in a hurry.
