Volume 3

157 The Smartest Individual

“Shen’er…”

A pleasant, familiar and slightly husky voice was calling at me.

I opened my eyes unwillingly as I felt something cold beside my face. I was simply too exhausted.

Nie Zun’s scarred face met my eyes as I opened them fully. Though he had a face full of scars, it could not take my attention away from the gentle light that shone through those starry eyes of his.

Wait, his eyes…

I sat up, staring at him. “Your eyes have recovered?”

No, I shouldn’t be asking like this.

“You, you’ve recovered?”

Nie Zun’s eyes seemed to darken for a moment before he answered, “I think so, except for this ugly face.”

A bittersweet smile appeared on his face.

I was heartbroken at how he seemed to hate himself.

Looking around, I realized we were already in a building in the Southern District. Nie Zun was sitting on the bed, and I was asleep in his arms previously.

I grabbed his arm. “You look better...