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.
"Thank you very much."
Yixuan gazed at her yet could only see the crown of her head. His face usually wore a shallow smile, but now it stiffened momentarily.
He swallowed hard, and thereafter, neither of them spoke, and they stood as if frozen in place.
All of a sudden, Dong Huiying straightened up and lifted her head, "Yi..." She was about to call his name when she saw him stagger, his face turning pale as he stepped back.
She was stunned for a moment.
They had been very close before. Was it her sudden movement... that had startled him?
What was he thinking? Did he think she was going to attack him?
She momentarily forgot what she was going to say, while Yixuan offered an apologetic smile and said, "I wasn’t standing steady, my foot slipped."
Dong Huiying was rendered speechless again. She didn’t understand why she felt so stifled, so blocked, so oppressed in her heart right now.
In this moment, she suddenly remembered Liang Yuening, who had harbored the most hostility towards her, and expressed it most directly.
She also remembered Liang Shujun, who had repeatedly provoked her, actually probing her true sentiments.
And she remembered Liang Haoming.
She remembered the days she had spent with the three of them in Pingchang Prefecture.
Everything was harmonious.
It was like they were a family.
In her previous life, she had received a fine education because of her exceptional birth, was skilled in many areas, and possessed many talents; however... her father was a mercenary, her mother came from a scholarly family, both were only children.
Their romance was passionate, but their marriage was opposed by both families.
Scholars should match with scholars, martial artists should pair with martial artists; they were from completely different circles, and both her grandfather and maternal grandfather strongly opposed this union.
Her parents rebelled, but because both elderly men were so stubborn, they broke off ties with their families in a fit of anger.
However, not long after she was born, a car accident claimed her parents’ lives. Because her parents were only children, the elders from both sides blamed each other, accusing the other’s child of seducing theirs, leading to this tragic incident. The feud between the families became irreconcilable, and she, the embodiment of her parents’ love, became instead a symbol of sin.
With her grandfather, every time he saw her, he thought of his son, who was seduced by a woman. Had it not been for that woman, his son would not have died.
With her maternal grandfather, every time he saw her, he was reminded of his daughter, seduced and killed by a rogue man.
Both sets of grandparents disliked her very much, but sadly, she was the only remaining descendant of both families. For example, her grandfather’s Mercenary Group was to be inherited by her, and likewise, the scholarly reputation of her maternal family had to be shouldered by her as well.