Gideon Larkin stood aside, his eyes wide open, completely dumbfounded.
His lips were slightly parted, unable to speak for a long time, only feeling a sudden shock in his heart.
Seraphina Caldwell finally put down the branch in her hand.
She raised her hand to gently stroke the black spots on her face, feeling slightly sticky.
She turned to look at Gideon Larkin, her voice calm with a hint of amusement.
"Do I... look ugly now?"
Gideon Larkin continued to stare at her face, his gaze complex.
His brow furrowed tightly, almost like it was tied in knots.
"Why paint this stuff?"
He finally spoke, his voice hoarse.
"Looks awful."
Listening to his unreservedly disdainful tone, Seraphina Caldwell did not get angry; instead, she let out a light laugh.
"Ugly is good."
She spoke honestly, her eyes bright.
"Being ugly brings less trouble."
She knew Gideon Larkin too well.
This man couldn't hide his emotions; everything on his mind showed on his face.
