Face sculpting. To be honest, it wasn't an unfamiliar term. Ian had often played games in his previous life, and quite a few games required face sculpting. He just hadn't been particularly keen on it. Most of the time, he would have a camera scan his face, then start with either his own appearance or the default one.
But from the looks of it, Hua An was a Fairy particularly passionate about "face sculpting." She tugged at his armor, seeming unexpectedly excited and eager.
"I don't know what to do, Miss Hua An."
After thinking for a moment, Ian frankly admitted his ignorance and asked for her help. "If it were up to me, I'd probably let Frost Butterfly change herself however she liked, then make slight adjustments to the appearance she came up with according to normal human standards... Mm, at most, that's all."
That was indeed what he thought.
"How can you be so casual about it?!"
Hua An widened her eyes and sternly criticized Ian. "Your design has no heart in it at all. Of course Frost Butterfly's own opinion is important, but she can make fine adjustments later once she develops her own aesthetic sense!"
"Besides, part of a Fairy's appearance must be established by her 'senior.' Even if it is modified later, that established part cannot be changed—it is respect for one's senior, and respect for oneself... Without a senior's help, how could a little Fairy possess a self?"
"I-Is that so?"
It was an unexpectedly sound argument. Ian paused. He had learned about Fairy social structures and general schools of thought through many books, but all of that had been from a human perspective, observed through a relatively "arrogant" lens.
So when he truly encountered a real Fairy, the young man still did not