Having said that, Jesslyn Derei's fingers applied a bit of force, and the mask slowly slid off Ethan Jenkins's face.
The first thing that appeared in Jesslyn Derei's line of sight was the right side of Ethan's repaired face.
Seeing this face after seven years felt like a lifetime had passed.
Excited tears welled up in Jesslyn Derei's eyes, but a joyful smile spread across her lips.
She thought she would never see this face again.
The mask continued to move, revealing the burnt side of Ethan's face.
"Ah!" Jesslyn Derei gasped, her hand trembling, and the mask slipped from her grasp, clattering to the ground.
"Heh," Ethan chuckled coldly, a sinister smile flickering in his inscrutable eyes as he fixed his gaze on the horror in Jesslyn Derei's eyes.
Jesslyn Derei instinctively took a step back, her lips quivering slightly, "Ethan... Brother Ethan..."
"Scary, isn't it?" Ethan asked indifferently.
He knew that this would be her reaction once the mask was off.