Nighthawk soon returned, and when he returned, he had a handful of flowers and plants in his palm. Because Su Mei'er followed Luo Yi to learn to cure pills and refine medicines, she had learned some basic medical knowledge by the way, and she could recognize at a glance what he was holding in his hand. Isn't that madder, safflower, and saffron?

Su Mei'er watched as he cured these plants into red dye, packed them in a small stone bowl with rice, and brought them to her.

"What do you want to do?" Su Mei'er asked in surprise.

Nighthawk hooked her small pointed chin and scrutinized her little face, the light in her ice eyes suddenly becoming thin and fragmented, faintly with a hint of pity. And the pair of sword eyebrows that were like knives were locked tightly at the moment.

"How the hell did you get hurt? Why don't you get medical treatment if you are injured? Aren't you very capable? Why don't you know how to remedy yourself, let it become inflamed, and let it leave scars? Doesn't it hurt when you let it get inflamed like this? Do you hate that your face is too perfect and has to create some flaws? ”

This time, his venomous questioning did not seem to be as harsh as usual, but it made Su Meier feel very warm. He caressed the wound between her eyebrows with pity, and the warmth of his fingertips was like a warm current flowing through her heart.

This is indeed my own negligence. After they had injured her eyebrows, they had only cleaned them, because the treasure bag had been lost, because there was no medicine in the village, because of the constant number of visitors after the reunion with her compatriots, and the excessive concern and nervousness about the condition of her compatriots, had caused her to completely ignore some of the remedies that should have been available.

The lack of medicine was not a reason, the natural herbs of the mountains could be used, but she was negligent, and her attention was completely diverted by the poor villagers. She listened to them tell tragic stories from time to time, and listened to Jiang Shengxuan and Yeli talk about how their parents died and what they suffered before they died, so she patronized them and was angry for them.

After a few days, when I came out of the hidden village and remembered it, the scar seemed to have fallen in the center of my eyebrows, and it didn't seem to be too small. But she didn't care anymore, all she was churning in her heart were some national affairs. She was no longer willing or energetic to be upset about such trivial matters.

But now, Nighthawk actually noticed. She didn't expect him to notice this little detail at all. Along the way, she rushed back to Nighthawk Village, she didn't even think that he had seen her more than three times, how could she pay attention?

Her heart was pounding, and his attention was so useful to her. Wow, what's going on?

"But it's not like there's no remedy, don't move." Nighthawk's usual cold tone changed abruptly, as if he was talking to a child, coaxing like a warm breeze.

A needle hook appeared between his fingers, as if by magic, and he dipped it in the dye and drew it on her brow. There was a slight pain, and she avoided it slightly. But he grabbed her little pointed chin hard, not allowing her to move a little.

"Don't move!" One second she was still drinking lowly, but the next second she was gently and softly blowing into her eyebrows, and her eagle eyes full of pity had broken the ice.

"Does it hurt?" His voice was so soft, and his frowning brows were locked in love. While sketching, he blew softly on her eyebrows, like a spring breeze, blowing through her heart, and the heart flowers opened.