"You…"
The words left his lips slowly. Even he wasn't prepared.
The woman beneath the veil had the figure of a beauty—any man with eyes could tell that much, even through robes.
But the face—
Her skin was pale, soft like cream beneath the burn marks. Smooth dark brown hair, faint curls at the tips. Her lashes long, her lips naturally plump sexy red.
But across her cheek… the burn was fresh.
Ugly.
Half her face was damaged—recently healed, but visibly ruined.
Not hideous—but tragic.
Su Xiaobai clicked his tongue and tossed a piece of cloth at her.
"Cover it back. Damn," he muttered.
Su Yiran said nothing, but her hands moved quickly. She wrapped the cloth around her head again, covering everything but her eyes.
Inside, she smiled bitterly.
As a woman, she knew—beauty was a curse.
And she had taken every precaution.
But what she didn't expect…was that the man in front of her was the type to harass even an 'ugly' woman.
Before she could move, Su Xiaobai leaned in again.
