Guan Changhong was momentarily stunned, realizing his uncle had misunderstood. His gaze lingered on Cheng Nuo's face for a moment before he said in a low voice, "My uncle is quite skilled at treating scars. Shall we have him take a look?"
Cheng Nuo touched her face, the pads of her fingers feeling a slight tingling sensation as they brushed over the scar. Had it not been for the pitying glances passersby so often cast her way, she would often forget that her face bore a scar.
Appearance was merely a mortal shell to her, and she cared very little about it.
Chapter 92