[His heart skips several beats when he spies the mask lying on the table. What's this! Ambition is baring her face? After a whole week and a half of tormenting him in the armory, is she rewarding him for his hard work at last? He snaps his head up to sneak a glance—holy shit.

He likes her face better with a mask on. In other words, no face is terrifying but good. That goop doesn't look natural at all!

Schooling his features into a small smile, Shang Qinghua shuffles inside and slowly lowers himself onto the nearest seat he can find.]

Great Ambition, I don't know how to apply any of this on myself . . . Besides that, is skincare really that important for someone like me?