What Happened After That?

"Xingzhi, you didn't participate in training those few days. You went to YN, right?" Jiang Yao asked. Lu Xingzhi's hand, which was holding the razor blade, trembled in shock. It left a wound on his chin. The blood quickly dyed the shaving cream red.

"You're good."

Lu Xingzhi looked at Jiang Yao. He lowered his head and turned on the tap to wash the bloodied white foam on his chin. Then, he looked into the mirror. He touched the subtle mark on his chin and snorted. "I'm disfigured."

Jiang Yao did not understand what he meant when he said she was good. Did he mean she was good at guessing or had good timing to disfigure him?

However, she thought he looked comical with his half-clean chin and beard. Jiang Yao waited for his response, but she burst into laughter when she stroked the injury on his chin. Then, she smiled and said, "You're not disfigured. You're still the most handsome man in my heart."