For some reason, he bought another dozen masks and put one on.
On an afternoon with no classes, groups of lively young women from the nearby university were out shopping. From a distance, they spotted a tall figure.
"Look over there! That tall, broad-shouldered hottie—he looks so handsome even from behind!"
"Come on, let's get a look at his face."
They quickened their pace and hurried over, then tried to turn around and take a look at him.
"You can tell he's handsome even with a mask on."
"Look at his eyes. They're so pretty."
"Not necessarily. Maybe he's only handsome with the mask on. He might take it off and scare you half to death!"
They whispered among themselves, their soft murmurs reaching Zhang Yang's ears now and then.
It was the same scene again, with more or less the same comments.
But Zhang Yang was no longer the same man he had been back then.
With an easy smile, he casually took off his mask. His handsome face left the giggling young women rooted to the spot.
By the time they came to their senses, all they could do was stare blankly at his retreating figure.
That evening, Zhang Yang had dinner with Bei Wei.
"Brother Zhang, I really wonder if your looks were sealed away before." Bei Wei ate dinner, glancing up at Zhang Yang every so often. Her cheeks were flushed, and she couldn't bear to look away.
Zhang Yang just smiled.
Strictly speaking, his current appearance was an improved version of his original features. Put simply, people could still recognize him from his face, so it wasn't as though he had undergone some drastic change.
He really was handsome, but it was still his face. He hadn't completely changed into someone else.
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