"You want to ask why I told you not to judge by looks, but now I'm stepping in myself, don't you?"
Que Meng froze for a moment, then slowly nodded, her voice low. "Will you explain?"
"No."
Que Meng was stunned, her mouth slightly agape, her eyes filled with confusion.
'Then what was the point of asking?'
'Was it a waste of breath?'
A wave of helplessness washed over her.
Seeing her expression, Chu Jing couldn't help but let out a soft laugh, the corners of her lips turning up slightly.
She said softly, "Because I can heal that face."
"You can heal it?"
Que Meng's heart trembled as the words tumbled out of her mouth.
The mere thought of that Beastman's appearance made her hair stand on end and a chill run down her spine.
That face was nothing short of a disaster.
A crooked nose, ulcerated corners of the mouth, one eye almost completely covered by a fleshy growth, and a sickly, grayish-purple complexion.
Even his breath carried the stench of rotting flesh.
