Everyone was staring at his face. Their eyes seemed to be filled with panic and disgust.
It was a beautiful face behind the mask.
It was so beautiful and gorgeous like a crown.
But the man's left face had a purple lightning mark from the corner of the eyebrow to the eye. It was so clear and deeply engraved in everyone's eyes.
Jiu Ming's fingers touched his eyes. The corners of his lips lifted a little. "Little girl, are you afraid of me?"
Feng Ruqing looked up. Although she did not know what this pattern meant, she had already discovered it from others' reactions.
She sneered. This time, she did not stay away from Jiu Ming. Her voice was clear and firm.
"I have seen a lot of people in this life. That thing called heart is far more terrible than hell. What can your face reckon? Your face is pretty, but some people regard ugliness as beauty and vice versa."
