Qiuzi had an inexplicable allure to people.
Xu Shuo didn't know whether this was a mutation that occurred after her death or if her charm had always been above average.
In any case, it seemed to render people unable to control themselves.
This inexplicably reminded Xu Shuo of a girl with long, straight black hair and a tear mole at the corner of her eye.
He couldn't help but touch his own face.
It was a relief that he didn't have a tear mole, Qiuzi didn't either, and she wasn't enchanting in appearance; she had a youthful, childlike quality. If she tied her hair in double ponytails and maintained a normal expression, she even resembled the expressive Xu Xi.
But after death, no matter the expression, there was always something eerily uncanny.
It wasn't his fault that he was frightening; it was just how he looked.
Xu Shuo rubbed his cheek and turned to walk to the dance studio.