Lu Hechen gazed at her, still waiting, her small hands slick with sweat.
He knew she had something to say, but he didn't know what she wanted to say; a touch of gentleness flickered in the depths of his handsome eyes, concealing expectation.
"Brother Hechen," Weilan called out again, seeming even more uneasy.
Lu Hechen was very patient and was still waiting.
"Can you, can you take off the mask?" Weilan felt odd seeing him wearing a mask; she thought it might be somewhat better to speak to Lu Hechen, but now he was disguised as Mu Linyun, with a cold mask on his face, and this made her feel uncomfortable and at a loss for words.
Upon hearing her, Lu Hechen raised an eyebrow, and after a moment's hesitation, his other hand reached out and removed the mask.
His handsome face was suddenly exposed to Weilan's eyes, as flawless as if carved by knives and axes, and his starry eyes gazed at her, deep and unfathomable.
