"You..." Seeing that the silk was torn into pieces, Dongfang spoke urgently and was speechless.
"Has anyone ever told you that you are very handsome?" Gu Li said quietly, ignoring Dongfang Yu's anger.
"Handsome?" Dongfang Yu temporarily suppressed his anger out of curiosity and looked at the person in front of him in confusion.
"I mean it looks good."
"Good-looking? Haha" upon hearing this, the eyes that were full of curiosity just now dimmed instantly. "Does the scar lying on the face like a centipede look good? Does it look good with a black lip that is different from others?"
As Dongfang Yu spoke, his tone became more and more sarcastic. The dark scene seemed to be revealed, making him fearful and unstoppable.
His tightly closed eyes could not hide his messy thoughts.
It wasn't until a cold touch came across his face that Dongfang Yu opened his eyes.
Staring at the woman in front of him, the only woman whose face showed no trace of disgust when looking at him, he had an indescribable feeling in his heart.
Thirteen years have passed since the death of his mother-in-law, which has killed all his warmth and has been living like a zombie. All of this has only one goal - to take over Feng Yang and kill everyone who has hurt his mother and son!
Slowly brushing his fingers over the scar, Gu Li said lightly, "Do you believe it? In my eyes, this is also called a kind of beauty."
"What beauty?"
“Unique beauty!”
"Is there such a thing?" Dongfang Yu smiled bitterly, but he had to admit that he felt better.
"Can't your face and lips be healed?" Gu Li knew that he must not be able to bear too many strange looks like this, otherwise who would be willing to live with their face covered all day long?
After listening to Gu Li's words, Dongfang Yu also stretched out his hand to his face with emotion, "Put the power in my hands. They refused to accept it, sent killers, and even poisoned me. Fortunately, I was lucky enough to still live for so many years."
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"A person's face is just a decorative skin. If you can't accept your own face, how will others like it?"
"..." Dongfang Yu looked at the moving lips and forgot to speak.
Just when Gu Li was about to continue speaking, a shout rang out from the direction where Dongfang Yu came from. After being slightly stunned, Gu Li realized that he seemed to have said too much again.
"I'm leaving!" After waving his hand, Gu Li walked past Dongfang Yu and then turned to another side road.
After a while, the shouts gradually became louder, and a group of six or seven people dressed as palace maids ran forward with anxious expressions.
"Your Majesty, slaves and slaves deserve to die!" Several people came forward and knelt down without daring to raise their heads, so they did not see Dongfang Yu's face.
After coming back to his senses, he took out the spare silk cloth from his sleeves, covered his face, and then turned around and said, "Let's go!" It was still a faint voice, but if you listen carefully, you can find that the voice is no longer as calm as dead water, but much louder.