Even though Lin Yixun had a thousand reasons to refuse, she still had to accept Leng Yixiu’s arrangent. 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 accustod 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."
Everyone desires beauty, but as the saying goes, a woman dresses up for the one who pleases her. Lin Yixun hated Leng Yixiu, even to the point of resenting him, so being with him made her feel no need to dress up ticulously.
"How could that be? Don’t worry, the scar on your face can be dealt with; it’s just a little more troubleso."
Saying this, Alin took out a pencil-like tool from her makeup bag and began to draw on Lin Yixun’s face. Lin Yixun didn’t know what she was doing but didn’t care much; she closed her eyes slowly and rested in the chair.
After a long while, just as Lin Yixun was about to fall asleep, Alin’s voice ca from above, "Alright, all done."
Lin Yixun opened her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror. A subtle change flickered in her indifferent eyes.
She quietly observed herself in the mirror. Her pale cheeks had beco rosy and radiant due to the foundation and blush, and her eyes appeared more vibrant with the eyeliner and mascara. One had to admit, the makeup artist was like a magician; after her delicate work, Lin Yixun looked brighter and her aura even more refined.
"Indeed, Miss Lin is a great beauty," Alin said with a satisfied smile, but what she was most pleased with was how she had adorned the scar on Lin Yixun’s right cheek.
By so coincidence, to cover the scar, Alin had drawn a beguiling phoenix tail flower there.
Lin Yixun stared intently at the phoenix tail flower, her thoughts drifting back to distant mories.
...
"Mr. Ouyang, I’d rather change back. This attire is very inconvenient."
"What’s inconvenient about it? It’s not like I’m asking you to carry bricks or haul cent. Stop complaining. If we wait for you to change, the award ceremony will be over."
"But I..."
"No buts! I’ve been waiting outside for two hours already. Do you want to make wait even longer?"
...
Even though those events were long past, Lin Yixun discovered that she rembered every detail clearly, even recalling the arrogant yet roguish look on Ouyang Hao’s face at that ti.
It was the sa exquisite makeup, the sa beguiling phoenix tail flower, but her feelings were entirely different. Back then, when she first saw the phoenix tail flower, she was amazed; it proved that beautiful things could indeed cover scars.
But now, the phoenix tail flower constantly reminded her that scars are ultimately scars, and no matter how good the costics or how beautiful the cover, they could never be erased.
The scars were still there.
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