Chapter 67 You Don’t Have to Pity Me

Despite being scolded by Yu Qinghuan, Xie Zhili not only did not restrain himself, but continued to sarcastically ask, "Am I wrong to say something that everyone in the capital knows?"

"Others avoid him, yet you rush to show your pity. Is his status as the young master of the Duke's Mansion enough to make you jealous and eager to curry favor with him?"

Yu Qinghuan's face was sullen, anger welling up in his heart, but he didn't know how to refute. He only hated himself for not reading enough books in his daily life, and now he couldn't even utter a few curse words.

Xie Zhili sneered, "I didn't say anything today. But if he had any self-awareness, he would have known to stay away from you and never provoke you again."

Yu Qinghuan was so angry that she laughed, "He just has a damaged face. You can't even beat him at chess, do you think you are so good?"

Mentioning today's chess game and seeing Yu Qinghuan's reaction, Xie Zhili's anger grew even stronger, his eyes darkening. "I only said a few words, and you defended me like this? And you even say there's nothing wrong with him?"

Yu Qinghuan gritted her teeth, "You are really unreasonable."

"Get out!" She stood up, grabbed Xie Zhili's arm, and started to chase him away. "Get out! I don't want to see you today!"

This was the first time he was chased away like this. Xie Zhili laughed in anger, "When you were seducing me, you were so sweet and gentle, but now you're turning your back on me!"

Hearing this, Yu Qinghuan suddenly felt guilty, but she steeled herself and said sternly, "It was clearly you who deceived me first, and now you're turning the tables on me?"

"I don't want to talk to you today, please leave quickly!"

Xie Zhili's face turned grim as he swept his sleeves and hurried out. However, he turned back before stepping out of the door and said with a cold face, "I used to be like you, gentle and pitiful, but now you don't even pretend. You are really amazing!"

After saying this, Xie Zhili left without looking back. It seemed that he was very angry.

Yu Qinghuan breathed a sigh of relief, the person finally left.

Thinking of Xie Zhili's last words just now, she curled her lips. What's wrong with the rabbit? Even a rabbit will bite when it gets angry!

She immediately closed the door and bolted it, then quickly walked back to the closet, opened the door, and whispered to the inside, "He's gone, come out quickly."

Mu Huaian did not come out, and half of his mask glowed coldly in the dim cabinet.

Yu Qinghuan's sense of smell is sharper than that of ordinary people. She could vaguely smell a faint smell of blood. She looked closely and saw that Mu Huaian's fingers were tightly pinching his palm, and dark red bloodstains were oozing out.

"What happened to your hands?"

She hurriedly reached out to grab Mu Huaian's hand for a closer look, but Mu Huaian dodged her.

Mu Huaian twitched his lips, and a self-deprecating laugh escaped from his throat, "He's right, you don't have to pity me."

Yu Qinghuan sighed in her heart. It was all Xie Zhili's fault. What nonsense was he talking about? Mu Huaian listened to it all.

Seeing that Mu Huaian didn't come out, she simply knelt on the ground, the tips of her embroidered shoes touching the hem of his snow-white clothes, "Don't listen to his nonsense. I have never had any pity on you."

As she spoke, Yu Qinghuan raised her hand and patted his stiff shoulder. Noticing his whole body tremble, she added, "I've always thought you were very good, really."

But Xie Zhili's words were too harsh, almost like a knife, cutting Mu Huaian's flesh and blood one by one.

At this moment, he had already regarded Yu Qinghuan's words as comforting himself. After all, she had always been kind-hearted. That was why he mistakenly took this kindness as concern for him.

Thinking of this, Mu Huaian smiled faintly, not wanting to embarrass Yu Qinghuan any further, "Thank you."

As soon as Yu Qinghuan heard this, she knew that he definitely didn't believe her words, so she immediately moved closer and reached out to take off the mask on his face.

Mu Huaian noticed her actions and suddenly grabbed her hand that was hanging on his mask, his voice hoarse and terrifying: "Don't..."

Seeing his almost embarrassed appearance, Yu Qinghuan felt uncomfortable.

She held Mu Huaian's cold hand with her backhand and said gently, "If you don't let me see, how can you know whether what I just said is true or not?"

She looked through the mask and into those eyes, which were actually very beautiful. "Let me see."

Mu Huaian's hand trembled slightly, and he finally withdrew his hand.

Yu Qinghuan immediately stretched out her hand, one hand went around behind him, carefully untied the rope, and the other hand touched the cold mask.

Mu Huaian's Adam's apple rolled heavily, his drooping eyelashes trembled in the dim candlelight, and damp cold sweat oozed from his palms.

Yu Qinghuan slowly took off his mask, and the hideous scars were faintly visible in the flickering candlelight, tearing his originally handsome outline into pieces.

Although it wasn't the first time she saw it, her heart still ached.

The moment the mask was removed from his face, Mu Huaian tensed up and subconsciously turned his head to cover the damaged right side of his face.

"Isn't it ugly?"

Mu Huaian's hoarse voice was filled with self-mockery. He raised his hand to cover the wound, but Yu Qinghuan grabbed his wrist.

Yu Qinghuan's fingertips gently stroked the uneven scars on his face and slowly shook her head, "Not ugly."

Mu Huaian didn't believe it and said with a wry smile: "Actually, you don't have to lie to comfort me, I know it in my heart."

When they learned that he was injured, the Chen family came to the Duke's Mansion to visit him immediately. He and the girl from the Chen family had known each other since childhood, and even though they were not married, they were still friends.

But after that day, she asked her family to cancel the engagement and she never came again after that.

I have heard people in the mansion talking about my face in private several times. They all said that my face was very scary. No wonder Miss Chen broke off the engagement.

Yu Qinghuan could clearly feel the roughness of the scars with her fingertips. They were the flesh that had regenerated after the skin ulcerated. She stroked them bit by bit, from the brow bone to the corner of the lips, as if she was tracing a painting, very seriously.

In her previous life, she was tortured and beaten, and her skin and flesh were festering, so she could understand Mu Huaian's pain and felt distressed. Her eyes were sore and tears unconsciously overflowed from her eyes and slid down her cheeks.

Mu Huaian stared at her tearful eyes in a daze. There was no fear or disgust in these tearful eyes, only pity.

He subconsciously raised his hand to wipe the tears from Yu Qinghuan's face, his voice hoarse, puzzled: "Why are you crying?"

Yu Qinghuan was silent with tears in her eyes, but suddenly leaned closer, her soft lips brushed across Mu Huaian's hideous scar, and she placed a series of small kisses on his right cheek.

The charcoal brazier in the room crackled and emitted sparks.

Mu Huaian was stunned. The moment she kissed his right side, the wall of his heart that he had built up since the injury was quietly melted by the light kiss from Yu Qinghuan in front of him.

The surroundings were so quiet that only the sound of his heartbeat could be heard.

After a while, Yu Qinghuan finally stepped back. Her tears had already stopped. She held Mu Huaian's stiff face with both hands, not moving away at all. "Now, can you trust me?"

Mu Huaian stared at her blankly, his heart beating faster and faster, his body trembling slightly, as if he couldn't believe what had just happened.

That was something he didn't even dare to think about in his dreams, but it happened so clearly before his eyes.

Mu Huaian's voice was hoarse, as if a fire was burning deep in his throat: "...a letter."