Liang Shujun seemed to have figured out a bit of the method, her eyes twinkled briefly, while Liang Yuening dug out a small dollop of ointment, brought it close to her nose and sniffed it, appearing quite curious about the blackish paste.
After applying the Scar Removal Ointment on Liang Haoming, there was a little bit left on her fingertips. Not wanting to waste it, she smeared the remainder on her own cheek, and then, she asked, "How does it feel?"
With a stoic face, Liang Haoming replied, "Itchy."
A smile tugged at the corner of her lips, "It should itch, and it will continue to itch."
Then, she pulled over a stool and sat opposite Liang Haoming, waiting quietly as time passed, witnessing the ointment on his face dry up, covering half of his face like mud.
Liang Haoming’s hands were neatly placed on his thighs, but the itchiness on his face was unbearable. He clenched his fists, then relaxed them, clenched them again, and relaxed them, repeating this process, clearly demonstrating his agony.
Until, after a long while.
Liang Haoming had thought several times to scratch fiercely, but Dong Huiying stopped him. Thereafter, he really controlled himself, daring not to scratch, afraid she would get angry.
At first, the left side of his face itched terribly, not only itching but also hurting, making him relive the incident from last autumn’s harvest when he rushed into the flames to save his fifth brother, yet ended up burning himself. He felt panicked inside but managed to remain calm on the surface.
But gradually, it stopped itching and hurting.
The ointment on his face began to fall off like dust.
On the other end, Liang Yuening, who had been paying close attention to Liang Haoming, was left dumbstruck.
"Fo-Fo-Fourth brother?"
His eyes were filled with disbelief.
When all the Scar Removal Ointment had fallen off Liang Haoming’s face, his scars were gone, vanished without a trace. Even the skin on the left side of his face matched the right side perfectly, symmetrically, with no sign of the past injuries.
If he hadn’t witnessed this miracle with his own eyes, if he didn’t know that his fourth brother’s scars had been there for a year, he might have thought that his fourth brother had never been hurt at all.
This was truly miraculous!
Dong Huiying also let out a sigh of relief, her face breaking into a satisfied smile.
"Come," she stood up, took Liang Haoming by the hand, and led him outside.
There was no copper mirror in the house, so she headed for the water tank and had Liang Haoming look down at the water.
Liang Haoming was dazed, stealing glances at her small hand holding his own, and then foolishly stared at the water tank. When he caught sight of his sharp-browed, dashing reflection, he was momentarily stunned, nearly breaking his deadpan expression.
He blinked hard, then blinked again, and another blink, but the reflection in the water was no illusion; the scars on his face had disappeared.
He touched his left cheek in a daze, feeling foolish.
Dong Huiying said, "Actually, there is one more herb missing. This one is quite rare and hard to find; otherwise, you wouldn’t have had to suffer so much just now."
Liang Haoming was somewhat perplexed, and then... suddenly he embraced her!!
Pressing her head against his chest, he held her tightly, so tightly. While his face remained expressionless, his breathing was hurried, and a faint redness spread at the corners of his eyes.
He knew he wasn’t good-looking.
But it wasn’t really that he wasn’t good-looking; it’s just that Dayuan’s standard of beauty favored the delicate and handsome. However, Liang Haoming was neither delicate nor handsome. Since he was a child, from the time he became self-aware, he had heard people say, "Oh dear, Little Si from the Liang family looks like a little monster, so ugly. With such ugliness, how will he ever get married?"