Sang Yue was taken aback by his reaction.
"It's me. What's wrong?"
Jiang Gong was at a loss for words. "So this is what you look like…"
The young woman's skin was supple, her eyes bright. When she gazed at him quietly, she resembled a faintly fragrant orchid.
Sang Yue touched her own face. "I've always looked like this."
It was just that when Jiang Gong had first met her, she had been wandering the desert for a long time and was in a wretched state.
Her face had been covered in a thick layer of dust, and her hair was completely unkempt.
She had been too busy traveling before, and she was half-conscious after being poisoned, so there was no way for her to clean herself up. Now that she had finally settled in, she could at last reveal her true face.
Jiang Gong felt a little uncomfortable. He wasn't very good at interacting with girls, especially young, pretty ones.
