Xu Jiamu suddenly paused. He lifted his head to look into the mirror before turning to face Qiao Anhao. "Qiao Qiao, do you think i look good with the scar?"
Yesterday, when he came out of the washroom, he had bumped into Song Xiangsi. At that time, he was tending to his wound, so when he caught sight of her, he turned, facing her with the unscarred side of his face. He thought that she would brush past him, acting as a stranger, but she suddenly stopped, before walking in front of him.
Lifting her hands, she straightened his face to study the side that was bruised before chuckling. "Pssh! Hahaha! You look so much better like that!" Releasing his face, she entered the washroom.
Qiao Anhao replied simply, "No."
"Not good?" Xu Jiamu asked persistently before staring into the mirror once more. "I think I look good though..."
"..." Qiao Anhao lifted her eyes, ignoring Xu Jiamu, before adding shortly after, "Brother Jiamu, thank you."
