Therefore, this was the first time Zheng Quchi had seen his face completely.
When he wasn't blindfolded, his appearance was even more striking.
It's like a refined and handsome man suddenly taking off his glasses, revealing a pair of deep and captivating eyes, instantly transforming from a handsome man into a national idol.
She swore she wasn't a lecherous woman, but who wouldn't dislike a good-looking person, especially one she had sworn to marry?
At this moment, she didn't hold back in expressing her feelings: "Liu Fengmian, you are so beautiful."
After expressing her heartfelt admiration, she felt that her explanation was too dry and not specific enough, so she added another sentence.
"Especially the two cinnabar moles at the corners of their eyes, they are particularly beautiful."
Forgive the limited vocabulary of a science student; even though she felt that all sorts of beautiful words were suitable to be piled up on this face, the only word she could use to describe it was simply "beautiful."
Yuwen Sheng closed his eyes, his skin as smooth as jade. He turned his head and curved his red lips: "This is not a cinnabar mole, but something called Phoenix Tears."
"What is Phoenix Tears?" Zheng Quchi had never heard of it.
Yuwen Sheng's eyelashes drooped slightly like butterfly wings, and the scarlet mole on it, which seemed to drip with blood, deepened with his smile, making his face look fierce and ruthless: "It's a curse, a scourge, a demon."
Zheng Quchi's heart tightened suddenly upon hearing this.
What the heck?
It's just two moles, right? Is such superstitious belief really valid?
“No, it’s not.” She disagreed: “It’s not a curse, nor is it a scourge.”
Hearing her childish rebuttal, Yuwen Sheng slowly opened his eyes, his gaze fixed on the dark night: "What do you know?"
She was always very perceptive of him, and she felt that he was in a state of extreme confusion and depression, like a balloon that was being inflated and would burst at a certain critical point.
In a moment of impulse, she reached out and hugged his neck, telling him earnestly, "This is a hereditary condition. If one of your parents has it, you will have it too. If they don't have it, but you do, then it may be a pigmented nevus, a disease made up of nevus cells."
Perhaps others with an artistic flair could come up with a more moving story, but she simply doesn't have that talent. As someone who studied civil engineering, she truly embodies the attributes of earth and wood, and only knows how to convince people with facts.
Yuwen Sheng was probably waiting for her to say something different, but he really didn't expect that after she rambled on with a bunch of incomprehensible words, the final conclusion was... he was sick.
"You're saying I'm sick?" he asked with a half-smile.
That's true. Although she wasn't a medical student, her former roommate who was a medical student had explained these basic facts to her.
"Yes, although it's an illness, it doesn't hurt or itch, and it won't affect your health. Don't believe me? I have it too!"
As he spoke, Zheng Quchi boldly rolled up his sleeve, revealing a small red mole on the inside of his arm.
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