When Yu Qianqian removed her mask, all that remained of her face, besides the shocking scar on half of it, was a look of utter despair. Her gaze swept over Mu Beichen's handsome face before she quickly lowered her eyes, avoiding the dazzling light.
She leaned against the screen, with a three-legged incense burner made of white jade and datura nearby, and a shimmering pearl curtain. Her slender, jade-like hands, clasped together in front of her, gripped the hem of her dress tightly, their fingers intertwined, a deep, hidden pain trembling slightly.
In that instant, Mu Beichen's face also lost its color. He turned his gaze slightly, his extremely complicated eyes fixed on Yu Qianqian, and he saw through her thoughts in just one glance.
Looking closely at herself, Yu Qianqian realized she was indeed in a sorry state. She wanted to laugh, but there was no smile on her face. Large tears suddenly burst from her eyes and shattered silently on the ground.
She felt a gentle breeze on her face, and in her blurred vision, wisps of smoke billowed like gauze. A pearl curtain suddenly parted like a waterfall, and she could only hear the tinkling of pearls clinking together, the lingering sound clear and long, before slowly fading away.
Subconsciously taking a step back, Yu Qianqian gently pressed her fingertips against the deep scars on her left cheek and slowly spoke, her lips trembling slightly: "Achen... do I look terrible like this?"
For the first time in her life, Yu Qianqian's face showed such a timid expression, and coupled with her forlorn and helpless eyes, she looked like a completely different person.
Suddenly locking onto the path ahead, passing through the beaded curtains and light veils, Mu Beichen cupped her small face in his palm and smiled indulgently: "Little Qian'er is getting more and more beautiful, let me take a closer look."
Yu Qianqian's heart gradually calmed down, and she slowly widened her pupils, only to see her extremely ugly face clearly reflected in Mu Beichen's eyes. She was so frightened that she staggered backward, and with a bang, she knocked over the golden bucket. Her palm was burned by the hot incense ash, which was a shocking and terrifying sight.
"Ah...you're lying!" Yu Qianqian snapped back to reality in shock, letting out a bloodcurdling scream like a wolf: "My face...my face is so ugly, so terrifying—"
Each scream made Mu Beichen's eardrums ache. He stared at the woman screaming madly in front of him, and an indescribable pain surged into his heart like a raging storm.
"You're not ugly, you're really not ugly." He closed his eyes sadly, raised his hand and held her tightly in his arms, his voice trembling as he comforted her: "No matter what Xiao Qian'er becomes, she will always be the most dazzling woman in my eyes. Don't be afraid, your A-Chen will always be here for you."
For a long, long time, Yu Qianqian's sobs still echoed in the magnificent, radiant palace, growing louder and louder.
Mu Beichen lowered his eyes and looked at Yu Qianqian, who was leaning against him like a weak woman for the first time. His tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and he smiled slightly: "Mo Jingnian... he promised me that he would use all his medical skills to help you restore your appearance."
His voice, gentle yet deep, gave one a sense of peace and tranquility.
With a quick movement, Yu Qianqian, like an elf, struggled to peek out from the warm, broad embrace of Huo Sheng. Her eyelashes fluttered against Mu Beichen's face, and her eyes gradually became as bright as the moon.
"Have you seen him yet?" Yu Qianqian looked up at him, her face full of anticipation. If it weren't mentioned now, she would have almost forgotten about it. Although appearance is no less important than life and fortune for a woman, she never accepted Mo Jingnian into the palace just to heal her face.
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