This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

There was a waiting mirror in front of Bai Fan. In the mirror, Bai Fan was laughing at himself.

It’s weird–

Because he didn’t laugh at all.

Under Bai Fan’s gaze, the corner of his mouth in the mirror was grinning to the base of his neck.

Even Bai Fan, who had always been calm, showed a touch of surprise. Seeing the other party opening his blood basin to his head, Bai Fan slowly raised the phone in his hand——

There was a click.

He compared to a scissor hand and took a group photo.