Ji Yu gazed at the man before her with a hint of surprise, skeptical of everything he was saying.
No one truly understood what was going on with these people,
so she decided to remain cautious.
"You probably think my face is grotesque, don't you? But I've gotten used to it. That fire didn't kill me—maybe I was lucky. What you see now is simply the price I paid to survive."
In the past, he'd considered whether living like this was worse than simply dying, but as he watched someone else continue to live disguised in his identity, he found it impossible to turn a blind eye.
Ji Yu raised her eyebrow, clearly intrigued by the dramatic twist. "Seems like your life's been pretty eventful. But your past has nothing to do with me. Right now, all I need to do is help you fix your face—I'm eighty percent confident I can restore it."
However, she had no intention of getting involved in anything beyond that.
