She remembered the resourceful Liang Zhichen from her memories and looked at the man before her, whose voice was choked with nasal sounds and laden with sorrow, and she was completely baffled.
Something was wrong,
Liang Zhichen had white hair at his temples, but this man's hair was black.
She stared at the mask on his face for quite a while.
"The mask."
"Hmm?"
"Take it off!"
Master: "..."
Dong Huiying let out a cold snicker, "What, you dare not take it off?"
The Master had a look of wanting but hesitating to speak.
And Dong Huiying acted quickly; she wanted to tear off the man's mask and see if he could keep up the pretense.
But after she grabbed the mask and tried to lift it forcefully, it didn't come off? Instead, painful cries came from the man.
"Sister, it hurts, it hurts, be gentle..."
Dong Huiying: "..."
She stared at him in shock; the mask seemed to be glued to his face as if it was fused with his skin, furrowing her brows tightly, "Who on earth are you!?"
