Face?
Following Yu Yuan's unstable breathing, upon his youthful face, which was covered in flower-patterned tattoos, his eyes were shut and his brows were furrowed. Tattoo patterns began to extend downward from the tip of his brows to his nose and then his lips, his smooth skin glistening dimly. Lin Sanjiu was slightly frightened when she looked at his face; however, she did not notice anything strange.
Right when she lifted her head, intending to ask 'What's wrong with your face?', she saw a sudden tremble of Silvan's shadow further away in the mist. Followed by a flurry of light, almost inaudible footsteps, he instantly disappeared.
"Hey, where are you going?"
The call spread further away but no answer was given.
