In about a week, Luo Yirui's face had already changed: his cheekbones were a bit higher, his forehead a bit fuller. The changes were all in the details, and anyway those adults hadn't noticed a thing—maybe they'd never paid attention to what Luo Yirui looked like in the first place.
Jing Changle had definitely noticed. He kept quiet and secretly observed for a few days, and realized Luo Yirui's face really had changed; it wasn't his imagination. Sometimes Hao Rong would also look at him and space out a little.
"How come I feel like you got uglier?" Hao Rong scratched his head and said.
But he couldn't say exactly what had changed; he just felt it wasn't the same as before. Maybe before the kid's face was dirty so you couldn't tell?
Luo Yirui wasn't angry at all at his words; instead he felt secretly pleased. If it's made by Dad, it's bound to be top quality!
