Zhou Tao touched his own face, not finding himself ugly at all.
If he had to rate himself, although he wasn't the most handsome man in the village, he was definitely not lacking in good looks.
Being called ugly for no reason and rejected, bitterness welled up in Zhou Tao's heart. He sat on the ground and started to drink beer straight from the bottle.
Every time he thought of the woman's disdainful face, his own face filled with sarcasm, "Having eyes but can't see the true value, as if their eyes were on their butts."
"Am I ugly? I'm clearly not. Maybe they should consider if it's their problem, whether their vision is the problem."
"New Year's coming and I've always looked the same... I really don't understand why these people think I'm ugly."
"They must have vision issues, they should see a doctor instead of annoying others…"
Zhou Tao sat on the ground, infuriated. The Scarred Man helped him up, consolingly saying, "Who said you're ugly?"
"You're certainly not ugly."
