She remembered waking up to the words the man had said to her,
"You'll definitely love this face!"
She didn't know what she would end up looking like, but by now, she had no way of turning back; even though she couldn't see clearly what lay ahead on this path, she could only grit her teeth and continue down it.
The next day, as soon as Zhuo Xiangqiao came downstairs, Liao Yun was surprised and distressed to see the injuries on his face.
"Did you get into a fight with someone?" she pulled Zhuo Xiangqiao to her side and asked, looking at his torn lip corner. She was about to reach out and touch it but he avoided her.
Embarrassment crossed Zhuo Xiangqiao's face, "It was an accidental bump." He certainly couldn't admit that he had gotten into a fight with Zhuo Xiangnan the night before.
Liao Yun clearly didn't believe him; she was no child, how could she not recognise that his facial wounds were from being beaten up? Bumps didn't look like that.
