Before Zhao Zhan could say anything, he saw one of the people inside give the manager a piece of silver.
"It seems like they plan to stay here tonight."
Yue Jiaojiao's heart stirred as she began to ponder.
When she was shopping at another shop today, she saw a few boxes of beautiful colored rouge and face powder. She even bought a few boxes. Because the items were small, she did not trouble the shop assistant to specially make a trip to deliver them. She had Zhao Zhan carry them.
"I'll go in and ask around." Yue Jiaojiao took out a few boxes of rouge and face powder, mixed them with her fingers, and then drew a deep-colored butterfly wing-shaped birthmark at the corner of her eye. "Zhao Zhan, take a look at this, doesn't it make me look different?"
The existence of the veil seemed to cover the natural flaw on the face, but the mark extended from the corner of the eye to under the veil, making people second guess the true appearance under the veil.