Dong Huiying had simmered a pot of Scar Removal Ointment and hesitated for a long time before finally knocking on the door, "Yixuan, are you there?"
Yixuan opened the door, his demeanor as gentle and humble as ever. However, only he himself knew that at the sight of her, his heartstrings seemed to have faintly fluttered.
He suddenly remembered how, after she had rescued him from the Zhu family, she had held his hand and walked with him for a while.
Her hand was very small, yet extremely warm.
He wasn't quite sure why this memory had surfaced suddenly, but it left him slightly dazed.
Dong Huiying, with her head lowered and not looking at Yixuan, pushed forward the pot of Scar Removal Ointment she was holding: "This can remove scars on the body. Don't apply too much at once; it will hurt."
"Is this the same thing that removed the scar from fourth brother's face?"
Yixuan, looking at the dark ointment, thought of fourth brother, who had once had his face disfigured by a fire.
