The silver mask gradually came off, inch by inch.
A piece of skin, as if covered in fine lavender lines due to chapping, was revealed before Gu Lan.
From the eyelid of the left eye extending an inch down the cheekbone, the scar was no larger than the palm, yet it looked particularly terrifying.
Gu Lan's eyes trembled as she curiously asked, "How did it happen?"
Like a tattoo, it looked somewhat frightening at first glance, but upon closer inspection, it wasn't ugly. Instead, it added a touch of alluring mystery to Nian Xia.
Nian Xia arched her eyes in surprise and said, "Young Master, you're the first person to see my true face and not be frightened or disgusted."
"Have others seen it before?" Gu Lan was taken aback and asked in return.
She thought she might be the only one, besides Rong Heng, who had seen Nian Xia without her mask.
"Yes." Nian Xia replied, her smile carrying a slight chill of allure.
