"Do you want everyone to know that after all my waffling, I'm shamelessly clinging to you again, or do you want Su Kexin to be even more eager to kill me?"
Qin Jinhai raised an eyebrow. "After the disguise, not even a ghost will recognize you. Rest assured."
「Nine o'clock at night.」
Qin Jinhai put Fu Bing, who had switched faces, into the car. It was a very ordinary face, indistinguishable in a crowd. The car headed for the abandoned shipyard on the outskirts of the city.
The area around the yard was dilapidated, with garbage, wine bottles, and cigarette butts scattered everywhere. Flies buzzed around, settling on indiscernible trash.
Fu Bing withdrew her gaze. Discomfort overwhelmed her, making her drowsy.
Qin Jinhai, however, was completely at ease. As if the person who had frantically taken from each other in the dressing room before leaving wasn't him.
Qin Jinhai glanced at her and said pointedly, "Your nails need clipping."
