This unpredictable temperament is truly irritating.
Feng Yun sighed in her heart and slowly walked over.
There was only Chunyu Yan in the room.
A solitary lamp.
The dim and misty light fell upon Chunyu Yan's face, pure to the point of being almost flawless. At a glance, it was breathtaking.
"The Princely Heir indeed isn't wearing a mask."
Chunyu Yan was stunned for a moment, then he laughed.
"You are willing to come in just to confirm that?"
Feng Yun didn't dare to admit it, but she definitely had that intention.
Everyone has the desire to be beautiful, and when it comes to good looks and skin, none can surpass the Crown Prince of Yunchuan who wears a mask all day.
"It wasn't until today that I understood why the Princely Heir always covers his face."
Her unexpected statement took Chunyu Yan by surprise.
"Oh, and what are your thoughts?"
