Chapter 4172 — It Will Be Over Soon
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"N-no... don't..." Huang Xiaotao shook her head again and again. She had never wanted anyone to see her ugly appearance, least of all a man like Wei Zhao, for whom she felt a budding fondness. She did not want her image in Wei Zhao's heart to suffer even the slightest blemish—that was something all women had in common.
But Wei Zhao gave her no chance to refuse. Catching her off guard, he stepped forward and pulled off her veil, and then he saw on her face that frightful scar, crawling like a centipede across nearly half of it, and he smiled faintly.
Seeing Wei Zhao smile, Huang Xiaotao's heart lurched with grief. Her eyes reddened and she began to cry.
"You... you really are laughing at me... I knew it... once you saw what I look like... you could never like me again... I really was too full of myself..." Huang Xiaotao sobbed, utterly heartbroken.
Hearing this, Wei Zhao was all the more taken aback, and smiled bitterly to himself. On this matter, Huang Xiaotao was simply too fragile and too sensitive; whatever happened, she could not help but turn it toward thoughts of her own inferiority. It had already become a knot in her heart.
"You really are overthinking it. I won't laugh at you—absolutely not," Wei Zhao assured her with a solemn expression, then paused. "Wait for me a moment."
"Truly?" Huang Xiaotao blinked her tear-washed eyes, yet both hands were pressed desperately over her face, refusing to let Wei Zhao see. But that great centipede-like scar—however she covered it, it was all in vain.
Wei Zhao nodded firmly, then rummaged through the space of his jade pendant and finally brought out a bottle of premium-grade trauma medicine. This was the top-quality premium version procured at the Yu family's auction back in the mundane world; Wu Chengtian had gathered such things up in one go and stuffed them into his hands to bring to Yunjie Island.
He had thought he would never need it, never imagining it would come in useful after all. This medicine had wondrous effects even on old, long-standing injuries—and the key was that it could remove scars.
Of course, with Wei Zhao's abilities, even without this top-grade trauma medicine, the Xuanyuan Dragon-Taming Art alone could restore Huang Xiaotao's looks. But that would require her to be disfigured once more before it could heal and restore her.
For hers was an old injury from years ago, long since healed over, leaving only an ugly, ghastly scar. To simply treat it as it was now would leave no wound to treat at all.
If, in order to restore her looks, she were forcibly disfigured again, it would be excruciatingly painful. Huang Xiaotao herself might not mind doing so, but since there was a better way, Wei Zhao naturally saw no need to make her suffer that again.
"It's all right. It will be over soon," Wei Zhao said, and with his own hands began applying the top-grade trauma medicine to Huang Xiaotao's face. The sensation of that skin-to-skin contact left Huang Xiaotao shocked, astonished, and bashful all at once; she simply went stiff and did not dare move.
Feeling Wei Zhao's warm breath so close at hand, watching his focused expression, Huang Xiaotao knew well that his gesture surely carried no other meaning—yet her heart could not help fluttering wildly, and her mind was again filled with a riot of fancies. She even began to imagine, unable to help herself, how wonderful it would be if time could simply stand still at this moment forever.