Dorjee's face darkened.

He angrily shouted, "Don't you know you're uncomfortable on your face? Are you afraid you won't be disfigured?"

Qingyin was startled by the man's voice and lowered her head guiltily, "I thought I had bumped into some wild grass outside."

...

Ten minutes later.

With a dark expression, Dorjee led Qingyin to a clean stream.

Qingyin wiped the mud off her face.

The skin on my face finally emerged from the soil and breathed in the fresh air freely.

Qingyin breathed a sigh of relief and looked at herself on the water's surface.

Perhaps because her face was covered in dirt, she had a bit of an allergic reaction, and her skin turned red. But thankfully, it didn't take long, and as soon as Qingyin finished washing, her face felt much better, at least the itching was gone.

Qingyin turned to look at Duoji, who was standing to the side like a pillar, and said, "I'm ready."

Dorjee turned his head and saw Qingyin's beautiful face, as clear as a lotus emerging from the water.

Once the mud is washed away, Qingyin is like a gemstone with the dust wiped off. Even if she is only wearing dirty, ordinary clothes, she is like a unique treasure in the world.

Dorje was staring at Qingyin's shocked face, his expression slightly stunned.

I realized once again that this unparalleled treasure did not belong to me, but rather I had stolen it.

Let's go.

Dorje squatted down, his ears turning red.

After being carried for so long, Qingyin suddenly felt a pang of conscience and said, "Maybe I should walk by myself."

Dorjee's face darkened. "You walked by yourself, and after only a few steps, your good husband caught up with you, is that it?"