I thought about it again and again, but finally I couldn't bear my curiosity, so I moved to Su Xun's body, thinking about the words: "Did you... Pick off the faces of many dead people?"
Suddenly surprised, he looked at me lightly and asked, "Why do you think so?"
I thought for a while, thinking about how to organize my words so as not to hurt his weak heart, and said, "Then why is your face different every day from the day before? It has never been repeated."
I glanced at his face and continued: "It's not good if you keep hiding it all the time. I won't dislike you!" I have to say, I said this a little bit against my will...
After saying these words, I raised my head after a long time, but suddenly Xun stared straight at me, looked at me and looked at him, and then slowly said: "If you are curious, come over and touch it to see if this is the face of a dead person."
I swallowed and stretched out my hand. The skin on my fingertips was soft and smooth, making me want to slap it, but it was quite comfortable, like dough.
Dough? Dough! I suddenly woke up and said with trembling hands: "Ah~ your face is made of flour!"
———— Deep in the courtyard, idle flowers are falling. When I look back, I meet you, and you are the spring flower of my life.