He looked at her intently, "Wife, you’re not ugly at all, beautiful, very beautiful!"
She was naturally beautiful, her beauty suffused with an exotic charm. Now the Manzanita perched at her left temple added a touch of sanctity to her enchanting allure, making her even more aristocratically beautiful and magnificently adorned.
Even without primping, if she changed into an outfit, she could certainly pass for a little fairy.
With a giggle, she nodded, "Hmm, I quite like it, too. But I’m already eye-catching enough as it is, and with this flower, even more so... After we leave this small town, let’s go to a pharmacy outside and buy some herbs to see if we can cover it up a bit."
Haoming wore a puzzled look, when at that moment, he caught sight of the water basin used for feeding the horses, filled with clear water. His own reflection surfaced in the water, and he felt a jolt.
The reason was simple – on his own temple, he saw a flower as well, except this one was black...
What exactly happened during the time he was unconscious?
After leaving the Nomadic Town, they took a shortcut in the carriage and bought some herbs in a small city. His wife then made a medicinal salve from those herbs, applying it to their temples. This way, the flowers on their temples were concealed. From then on, they only needed to apply the salve every half month. The effectiveness of the concealment was indeed astonishing.
Liang Haoming cared deeply about what had transpired during his unconscious state. He believed he must have been unconscious for a very long time – long enough to miss the origins of these two flowers and to sleep through the journey back from the desert.
He had thought about inquiring, but he was so tongue-tied, he didn’t know how to broach the subject and hadn’t managed to glean any useful information. This had become a lingering concern.
Moreover, he discovered something else – the young man called Bai Lin, who always followed Hong Wenbin, would display a look of lingering fear whenever he saw his wife.
Far away, in the middle of the desert.
Upon waking up in the early morning, Bazak embraced the Broom and began sweeping the sand in the courtyard, which the winds from the previous night had brought in and layered thickly on the ground.
After clearing a small area, he saw some dried bloodstains on the ground and couldn’t help but recall the events of that day...
After Dong Huiying and the others had left, Liu Yi put her cloak back on to hide her face.
She came out of the house, stretching lazily. Seeing Bazak staring blankly at the ground, she asked, "What are you thinking about?"
Bazak snapped back to reality.
He turned to look at Liu Yi, "Sir, why did you..." He had many questions, but he feared asking outright might offend Sir.
Liu Yi gazed toward the dull yellow sky in the distance. Clear days were indeed rare in the desert; most were this dim and somber.
"I don’t quite remember how old I was, perhaps eight or maybe nine. Before meeting my mentor, I was a beggar. I met someone; he was very dark-skinned, but whenever he smiled, his white teeth would gleam. He gave me Silver so I could buy clothes and food so I wouldn’t go hungry."
Liu Yi’s reminiscence brought a nostalgic smile to her face. "It’s a shame... times change, things are no longer as they were."