Zei, who was still in the bathroom, raised an eyebrow at the absurd performance.
He stood by the sink, towel draped over his neck, his wet hair falling across his face. As Lu Zhi darted past, Zei's eyes lingered on his own reflection in the mirror.
His hand reached up, tracing a spot just under his cheekbone—the place Yunfeng had burned him.
Even thought it was healed completely he still subconsciously felt like his beauty had been reduced by that wound.
He didn't feel handsome anymore.
His expression darkened slightly as he leaned closer to the mirror. "Did I… lose my charm?" he murmured, fingers brushing his flawless cheek.
The silence didn't answer him.
Zei stood back, slumping slightly, almost sulking. "I liked being handsome…"
Just then, Qiu Yue stepped into the bathroom, having finally decided it was safe. He paused for a moment, hearing Zei's mumbled words, then walked past him toward one of the stalls without even glancing.
