What Was Worth A Heart

Chapter 96: Identification Verification

The difference between Shao Long, Shao Jun and Xi Shen Ko in terms of appearance does not differ much. Or you could say, almost all Chinese look similar in the first place, especially now that they're meant to look similar, telling the three apart requires a certain skill. Thankfully, Xi Shen Ko is a great deal taller than both the twins and the at least 20 years of age gap gave him an air of maturity. Not to mention different hairstyles. Shao Long would have to cut his hair to look like Xi Shen Ko, but he doesn't intend to keep the look of his mother's murderer for a few years until his hair grew out. Instead, his long enough bangs make up for it.

It didn't take long really for Shao Long to recreate the image of his father on thin fiber layer before adorning it on his face.

Makeup is still important anyway, for the rims of his eyes, and for the cracked lips.

Madam Mo was there with him, along with Xueyang. When Shao Jun walked in and saw the done makeup, he slightly flinched, but almost as soon as the fear crawled in his eyes, it disappeared. No one would've noticed it if they weren't paying close attention. Of course, Xueyang was the one who figured that out.

"Cool makeup, Gege. You don't look much different." Shao Jun grinned as he walked towards them, hand on his back as he peered on the makeup tools on the table.

"We look alike, brother." Shao Long snickered. "Can you do better?"

"Yuck, no way!" Shao Jun scoffed. Shao Long was staring at the mirror in front of him, trying to find any flaw as Shao Jun stared at him through the mirror. "Would we look like that when we're older?"

"You mean IF we get older?" Shao Long smirked.

"That's so mean, Gege. Even if you say heart transplants work for 10 years or less, or more, I don't care, stop spoiling the mood. Just imagine what we can do with that 10 years. Like, I want to join the marathon someday you know?"

Shao Long giggled upon the strange request. No one can blame Shao Jun. He's missed out a huge part of his life being isolated in their big big mansion while having very few people to interact with.

"Has it been fun these few weeks in Momos?" Shao Long asked.

Shao Jun thought about it, he really does, almost every single night. Was it fun being far from home? Being away from their father's grasp? From China?

He doesn't know.

"I guess, on partial terms it is."

"You do know if this all fails out, you're gonna have to return to him, so it's best to go enjoy yourself first. Momos is small, so there's not much to see. Take Xueyang with you and you'll be fine."

Shao Jun hated that it's true. Hated that his brother seemed to be thinking so far ahead, for him, for their friends and for everyone else. Shao Jun draped his arms on Shao Long's shoulders and heaved a heavy sigh as Shao Long fixed the shape of his jawline.

Madam Mo had probably excused herself a while back, Shao Jun hadn't noticed. She was a lovely woman, Shao Jun wished to have a mother like that.

"And I'm supposed to leave you here? Without Xueyang with you?" Shao Jun asked, perfectly aware of the scowl on his face, but Shao Long didn't seem to be looking at him, or paying attention to him at all, and he didn't like it the least bit because he knows Shao Long couldn't face him like this. Like, as if they were going to fail at some point.

"Do you have so little faith of us? You know we've got a lot of back ups this time, right?" He tried again.

"It's not that I don't trust you. I have a feeling like we're going to win, but I don't know why. I feel like we'll lose something. Something important." Shao Long placed the makeup brush on the desk, and tilted his chin up to meet his gaze.