Ever since she heard the truth about Xiaojian Villa, Qin Wanxi seemed to be a different person. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info was originally full of pure spirit of young women, but now it has become muddy, as if she has fallen into an evil spirit. Feng Ling was also frightened when he saw it, and he didn't dare to let Xiaoyu serve anymore, so he was always by her side. But Qin Wanxi didn't go out, and rarely talked to her, she just fell asleep every day, and when she woke up, there was a burst of sobbing, and no matter how much Fengling persuaded her, it was difficult to stop. Later, the wind spirit stopped making a sound, but just took her in his arms, flirted his back, and let her cry. Often half of the pillow is wet, and Qin Wanxi will fall asleep in a daze.

In this way, only four or five days later, Qin Wanxi described it as withered, and I don't know that the people inside saw it, and thought it was a serious illness. Seeing her like this, Feng Ling was also depressed, and he didn't even dare to remove the bandages on her face, but as the scabs healed, the difficult moment finally came.

On this day, Feng Ling walked on the way to Qin Wanxi's room, as if he had fifteen buckets hanging in his heart, and he came to the door hesitantly, but he retreated again.

"Ling'er, is that you?" suddenly there was a call from the room, and the voice was calm, as usual.

"It's me!" the wind spirit replied reluctantly, pushing the door open and walking in, only to be startled by the scene in front of him.

In the past, Qin Wanxi should still be curled up on the bed, but at this time, she was already sitting at the table. Wind Spirit cautiously walked to her side, and suddenly found that the bandages on her face had been removed and thrown on the table, and there was a basin of water in front of her.

"Wan... Sister Wan, you..."Feng Ling was surprised by Qin Wanxi's calmness, but he thought about it deeply, isn't this what he has always hoped for! But why is he not happy at all? Feng Ling stammered, and his heart fell into contradictions.

"Ling'er, did you bring a mirror?" Since the day Qin Wanxi woke up, the mirror in the room has been removed. Qin Wanxi was in the water just now, and she saw her unkempt reflection.

"In... Here!" Ling'er took out the bronze mirror she carried, hesitated for a moment, and put it in front of Qin Wanxi.

Qin Wanxi silently looked at the bronze mirror on the table, and did not take it, but stroked the scar on her left cheek. For a long time, she seemed to have mustered up enough courage to hold the bronze mirror in her hand.

Feng Ling's heart was beating suddenly, thoughts were flying in his head, and the next "accidents" appeared in front of him. Her hands couldn't help but clench into fists, her tension was incomparable, and she was never ready to resolve the "crisis" in the next moment. She held her breath, her eyes as if locked on Qin Wanxi's body.

Gradually, Qin Wanxi's face was reflected in the bronze mirror, her body shook suddenly, she almost fell off the chair, and when she looked at herself in the mirror again, she was already in tears.

"Sister Wan..."Feng Ling had thousands of words, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he didn't know what to say.

When she first saw Qin Wanxi's face, Feng Ling was also shocked, but when she saw that her left cheek was crisscrossed with three purple-black scars, like wrinkled bark, destroying the softness on her face and making the corners of her left mouth a little crooked.

"Ling'er, dress up for me!" Qin Wanxi said softly, pulling Feng Ling's hand.

"Sister Wan... I—" The Wind Spirit was momentarily at a loss.

"Come on, I'm fine!" Qin Wanxi comforted Feng Ling instead, the corners of her mouth curled slightly, and she tried hard to open a relaxed smile, but she only showed a little hideousness. She lowered her head, tears rolling down her cheeks again.

Feng Ling couldn't hold back the sorrow in his heart anymore, and threw himself into Qin Wanxi's arms and cried. Qin Wanxi gently patted Feng Ling's back, and her eyes were also hazy with tears.

"Ling'er, let's start!" Qin Wanxi picked up Feng Ling, gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said softly.

"Hmm!" A strange force passed along Qin Wanxi's arm to the wind spirit, making her strong as well.

In this way, with tears, Qin Wanxi withdrew the filthy dress on her body and sat down in the wooden barrel, the thick breath of her mouth and nose dripping into her mouth, making her whole body moisturize. Spoonfuls of warm and greasy water poured down from the top of her head, cleansing her body and calming her heart. She caressed the skin on her body, flawless as white jade, and she looked at herself in the water, her long black hair was scattered on her chest, covering her left cheek, and the jade color remained undiminished in the haze.

The reflection is an illusion after all, but the beauty in it makes her extremely nostalgic. When Feng Ling's fingers inserted into her long hair, the beating green silk seemed to indicate that reality was approaching step by step, she lingered, but still smashed the water surface with one palm, so that every drop of water splashed still retained her most beautiful impression.

Qin Wanxi got up, the crystal droplets seemed to be ashamed, and they converged into a trickle, and fled in a hurry with the help of smooth lines, hiding in the bucket together, looking up at this beautiful carcass together. Feng Ling took out his plain clothes and draped them over her body. Feng Chime is younger, and the two of them are a little different in figure, Feng Ling is wearing suitable plain clothes, but he is quite tight on Qin Wanxi's body. In this way, it seems that she is curvy and has a unique charm. At this moment, what is wrapped in plain clothes is not only a beautiful body, but also vitality. Qin Wanxi also seemed to feel the difference in her body, and a red cloud quickly spread across her face.

"Sister Wan..."Feng Ling dried Qin Wanxi's hair with a clean cloth, and timidly handed her a black yarn.

"Okay!" Qin Wanxi took it, played with it in her hand for a while, her eyes couldn't help but burst into tears, and she handed it back to Feng Ling, "Help me bring it!"

"Hmm!" Feng Ling nodded vigorously, trying again and again, changing, just trying to make the most beautiful disguise for Qin Wanxi.

"Sister Wan, what do you think!" Feng Ling took the initiative to put the mirror in front of Qin Wanxi for the first time.

Qin Wanxi put the bronze mirror on the table, covered the surface with her hands, and parted them little by little until she could see her entire face. The scar on the left cheek was completely covered by a slightly thicker black veil, and at first glance, the skin under the veil could not be distinguished, and in her left eye, Feng Ling deliberately used a layer of veil as thin as a cicada's wing, which would not block the view. Qin Wanxi looked left and right, and the stone in her heart fell to the ground.

"Sister Wan is still holding the pipa and half-covering her face now, the men must have thought that my sister was too beautiful to do this, who would have thought of that terrifying scar!"

"Really?" Qin Wanxi seemed to be unaware, stood up, and put the bronze mirror in the dressing place.

"Ling'er, accompany me to Xiaojian Villa to have a look!" Qin Wanxi pushed open the window and turned around and said.