Shi Mei gripped her hand tightly and shouted, "Wait a moment!"
Ye Tiao paused in her movements.
Shi Mei held her mask, staring at her intently, and said word by word, "The mask can be taken off, but you must agree to a condition."
A gleam shone in Ye Tiao's eyes, and she asked instinctively, "What?"
"I am disfigured, and my background is very pitiful. You have never seen what I look like, and also, I am not Tang Wu."
Ye Tiao: "…"
That last sentence had a rather meaningful depth.
"How about it?" Shi Mei pressed on.
Ye Tiao: "…Okay."
Shi Mei pushed her hand away and took off the mask herself.
The dark mask made the skin underneath even more delicate and radiant.
With just one glance, Ye Tiao was astounded!
Her skin was smooth and tender, pale with a hint of rosiness, and her youthful and refined face looked no older than seventeen or eighteen.
