She leaned lightly against the door, tilted her face upward slightly, and looked at the man before her.
In three years’ time, Shi Lingyan had shed his youthful immaturity and had become stable and mature, as well as more reserved.
Now, he had fully grown into the appearance of a mature man.
His aura was even more intimidating, his methods more direct.
However, at this moment, as he looked at her, his gaze grew deeper and deeper, yet he hesitated to act.
Shi Mei’s slender white fingers held a cigarette; the light-colored smoke rose leisurely, concealing her pitch-black mask.
Beneath the mask, her already-fading fiery red lips curved into a slight sneer, "What’s the matter, Mr. Shi? Have you become too scared to look now?"
Shi Lingyan found her defiant demeanor strangely familiar as he watched her.
Shi Mei shook her head at Shi Lingyan, flicked her cigarette ash nonchalantly, and spoke slowly and leisurely, "Just now, you were acting all high and mighty, like a tyrant, and now... you don’t even dare to lift a mask?" "Are you afraid of seeing a familiar face?" Shi Mei narrowed her eyes as she moved closer, exhaling a puff of smoke towards his face, "Or is it that you’re afraid of seeing the face of a dead person?"
The slow and husky tone of her voice, with its unique intonation, lingered and tantalized the heartstrings.
Shi Lingyan’s pupils shrank suddenly, and he forcefully grabbed her wrist.
His eyes fiercely captured her, like a falcon that had finally seen the prey it had long chased.
The corners of Shi Mei’s lips rose even further, and she gently closed her eyes.
Shi Lingyan could no longer restrain himself and reached out to rip off her mask with a swift motion.
Yun Du couldn’t help but glance at the rearview mirror and with just that one look, he was startled into a jolt.
His hand trembled slightly, and the car swerved abruptly, nearly veering into the pedestrian walkway.
That face was covered with dense, numerous scars.
In addition to the expected burns, there were also long, deep cuts.
When injuries heal, the flesh regrows and fuses back together, fresh skin pushes through the old and forms raised, noticeable scars.
And this Senior Sister’s face was so densely scarred that even her eyebrows were missing—all covered in such marks!
Besides that, there were the ferocious, twisted scars from burns, bright and horrifying, strikingly prominent on the left half of her face.
Shi Mei slowly opened her eyes, not missing the flicker of shock and astonishment in Shi Lingyan’s normally composed gaze.
Shi Lingyan indeed hadn’t expected to find such a face beneath the mask.
After a brief glimpse, the mask was snatched back into her hands.
Shi Mei calmly put it back on, and her taut heart quietly relaxed.
She had worn this face to prevent any underhanded tricks from the show’s crew who might attempt to remove her mask.
To protect herself, Shi Mei had taken this precaution.
But she had never imagined that in the end, she would reveal this face in front of Shi Lingyan.
"Mr. Shi," Shi Mei’s lips curled into a deeper sneer, "Surprised?"
Shi Lingyan looked at Shi Mei, his brow furrowing even further.
"I told you it would scare you," Shi Mei said as she adjusted her hair and clothes, "but you insisted on seeing it. Who is to blame?"
With those words, she took another drag from her cigarette, her voice soft and enticing, "Now, may I go?"
"What happened to you?" Shi Lingyan suddenly asked.
Shi Mei paused slightly, shrugged, and said, "Just bad luck, burned in a fire."
"And the knife wounds?"
"Kidnapped for ransom."
"How did you escape?"
Shi Lingyan fixed his gaze on her eyes, his look growing deeper, "Pregnant?"