Xin Huohuo was stunned, her face instantly flushing red.
'What is going on? When did he write on my face? Is this his way of claiming ownership?' She couldn't remember anything like that happening. All she recalled was the feeling of him stroking her cheek. Other than that, nothing else.
King Yama chuckled. "The Netherworld has one advantage: it's impossible to lie or hide your true intentions here. When Bei Mingyuan sent you over, he must have touched you on the path of life and death. Even if he didn't say anything, as long as his will was strong enough, it would manifest itself—just like words written on your face. He wanted to tell you his real name. Whether you love him or hate him, you won't get the wrong person."
Xin Huohuo was so shocked she forgot to be embarrassed.
She had asked him back then if they could meet again. His silence had been his answer: a refusal. 'But then what's with him leaving these words behind? Is seeing them like seeing him in person?'
