In truth, there was nothing wrong with that. A dignified man does not rely on his looks to make a living; if he were a monster, so be it—Lu Beimo simply did not care. If he ever had to choose between his face and his finger, he would surely choose to ruin his face to save the finger. To him, this face was truly of no consequence.
Chu Yueli took a long time to calm herself down. Without quite knowing what she was thinking, she found herself inexplicably walking to the side of the bed and reaching out to remove the mask from his face.
Perhaps because he had worn a mask for so many years, the skin on his face was fairer than that of most men, lacking the roughness one would expect from a man of the battlefield. Perhaps wearing a mask was not such a bad thing after all—at the very least, it shielded him from the wind, the rain, and the scorching sun, making it harder for his skin to darken... Her thoughts seemed to have drifted far away.
Chapter 259