Han Jing "bang" threw the chopsticks onto the table, her face cold and stern!
Bo He, who had just walked in, was frightened and stepped back two steps, then cautiously stretched his neck forward and asked, "Miss, is the food not to your taste?"
Only then did Han Jing realize she might have been a little overly excited just now. She couldn’t help but reflect; she usually had a good temper, but perhaps she had been irritated by Su Xingyan yesterday.
Han Jing waved her hand: "It’s nothing, just suddenly rembered sothing. You go ask Mu Jin to check what my mother is doing, and if she’s not busy, co back and tell . I need to talk to her."
Bo He nodded hurriedly and slipped away!
Dongbao saw Bo He leave so quickly and couldn’t help but be curious. He walked in and asked Han Jing, "Miss, what’s wrong with her?"
"It’s nothing, just sent her to take care of sothing," Han Jing replied.
Dongbao glanced at Han Jing and unexpectedly said, "Miss, did you look in the mirror today?"
Han Jing was montarily stunned and imdiately realized what was going on. Last night, she had been preoccupied with matters of life and death and hadn’t had ti to care about the birthmark on her face. She figured that after using her superpower, the birthmark on her face would have faded considerably. Fortunately, it had been too dark last night, so no one would have noticed.
"Is it obvious?" Han Jing asked urgently.
Dongbao nodded: "It’s faded a lot. Anyone who pays attention can notice it."
Last ti, it had only lightened a little, but this ti it had faded a lot. The color had basically turned into a rosy pink rather than that dreadful scarlet.
If it were before, those around Han Jing would definitely have noticed the issue imdiately. Yet, ever since Han Jing herself began to radiate brightness and confidence, people usually overlooked the birthmark on her face. So, unless soone was being attentive, they wouldn’t notice it at first glance. But if one looked closely enough, they would definitely spot the difference.
Dongbao was one of the closest to Han Jing, so naturally, he would notice it easily.
Last night, Su Yaogeng also overlooked it because he was too worried about Han Jing. As long as Han Jing goes out today, probably everyone will notice her change.
Han Jing slightly frowned, reached out to cover her face, and after a mont said to Dongbao, "Go find so dark-colored rouge, preferably close to the color of my previous birthmark, and also bring back so writing brushes."
Han Jing didn’t have such things because her clumsy calligraphy was honestly not presentable. Although she possessed mories of the previous Han Jing, her hands were more accustod to killing than writing. The two words she wrote most proficiently were probably her own na, Han Jing—at least she practiced this signature for many years. It’s just a sha there was no signature pen to showcase those two characters!
Dongbao nodded in confusion and soon helped her gather the items. Han Jing returned to the room, sat down at the dressing table, and began to carefully paint her face in the mirror using a brush dipped in rouge.
Dongbao exclaid in surprise, "Miss, this birthmark troubled you for so many years. Now, when it finally shows signs of fading, why paint it back on? I’ve heard from the older generation that a birthmark is an imprint from a past life and might gradually fade over ti. Your birthmark will surely disappear slowly!"
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