What's wrong with this guy?
The boy stared blankly at the Lower Class Person in front of him.
The man's face was pale, with dark eyeshadow—acquired from who-knows-where—smeared on his eyelids. He even seemed to have smudged some onto his lips, making him look as if he'd been poisoned.
The joyful expression on his face vanished in an instant, as if it had only been an illusion.
Gu Mian had applied foundation the previous night. After boarding the vehicle today, he had deliberately smeared his face with soot from the carriage to avoid being recognized by the Upper Class People once he removed his mask.
He had applied his makeup in the darkness of the carriage; it was undoubtedly a mess.
But seeing the boy's expression...
Gu Mian touched his chin. Am I really that ugly? For him to be looking at me with such an expression.
"Mike, what's the matter?" Several children in front turned to look at the boy who had suddenly stopped, only to see Gu Mian's unconventional face.
