Jiang Qiuqiu watched as the familiar face of 'Black Hole' was stripped away. The face beneath the mask was surprisingly similar to the mask itself, only every trace of sharp, boyish energy was gone.
And just like that, Mo Si's face was exposed to the light.
He was intensely imposing.
His untamed brows arched high. His round, puppy-dog eyes, which had always had a wolfish glint, seemed to have matured; the roundness was gone, leaving them narrower. The long, narrow shape perfectly framed his black pupils. His nose was strong and straight. The man beneath the mask radiated a calm and piercing intensity.
A face like that, an aura like that… anyone who saw him would have to praise him: The Wolf of the Jungle. A well-deserved title.
All that boyish charm was gone. Completely.
"..."
Her affection, like water swirling down a drain, suddenly halved. 'Boohoo… my little wolf pup is gone!'
"This is the real me."
