Even though Lin Yixun had a thousand reasons to refuse, she still had to accept Leng Yixiu's arrangement. She sat in the chair like a doll, allowing Alin to handle her.
"Miss Lin, your natural features are actually quite good. Your skin is fair and tender, which makes makeup easy. It's just..." Alin's gaze fell on the long scar on the right side of Lin Yixun's face.
The scar was too long and deep, and no concealer could cover it. Even an experienced stylist like Alin rarely encountered such a situation.
She frowned in frustration and murmured softly, "What a pity."
Such a good face, how could there be a scar?
As soon as she spoke, Alin realized she had misspoken and glanced cautiously at Lin Yixun, who remained indifferent, showing no sign of emotion.
She was long accustomed to such looks and said expressionlessly, "The scar is too deep and long; no makeup can cover it. You might as well save your efforts."
