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Seeing Zhenzhen crying so hard, with tears and snot streaming down her face, Xu Qing and the one-armed beggar panicked.

One person wiped Zhenzhen's face with a handkerchief, while the other carefully held Zhenzhen in their arms to comfort her.

"Who bullied our Zhenzhen? Tell your mother, and I'll get revenge for you!"

"That's right, that's right, don't cry, this mask is very expensive! Its lifespan will be shorter after it gets wet..."

Zhenzhen, hiccuping from crying, said in a pitiful voice, "Why do I have to wear this mask? They all laugh at me... saying I'm uglier than that mangy dog ​​in the village..."

Although Zhenzhen really wanted to take off the mask and say that she wasn't ugly and that it was just a mask, she also remembered her godfather's instructions to her.

Therefore, she has been enduring it all, and even now, when she is heartbroken, she only asks why she has to wear it, without throwing a tantrum or saying she doesn't want to wear it anymore.

The one-armed beggar stood frozen in place.

He only thought about concealing Zhenzhen's appearance, but he didn't consider that young girls naturally love beauty.

Therefore, the human skin mask prepared for Zhenzhen was the best quality (and also the ugliest).

It looks thin, but it fits the face perfectly.

His face was covered with dark red birthmarks, his eyebrows became short and thick, his cheeks became square, his lips became fuller, and his cheeks were covered with black freckles...

He was quite proud of himself at the time, thinking that once he wore it, no one would recognize him!

Seeing Zhenzhen's heartbroken state, he secretly regretted his actions and agreed with Xu Qing's words even more.

"It was my fault. Zhenzhen doesn't need to wear this mask anymore."

The one-armed beggar used the wet cloth he had used to wipe Zhenzhen's face to place behind her ear.

A moment later, a small corner of the mask was lifted up, and the one-armed beggar used it to tear off Zhenzhen's mask.

Xu Qing said somewhat angrily, "Who are they? Who insulted our Zhenzhen like that?"

Her mother looked at her with pity and tenderness, while her godfather was furious and determined to avenge her.

Zhenzhen felt a little embarrassed. She knew that her godfather must have his reasons for doing this, and they wouldn't harm her.

Am I being too dramatic...?

"Nobody, Mother. I fought back too, so I didn't lose out."

Xu Qing patted Zhenzhen's head:

"Mom knows you're a good child, the most sensible one in the family, but sometimes you don't have to be so sensible."

Your mother, godfather, maternal grandparents, and uncles are all your support. Next time something like this happens, don't keep it to yourself.

Please tell us, okay? You're a girl, what if you don't win against them and get bullied?

"Your mother will be heartbroken. Tell us, and we'll avenge you."

Upon hearing Xu Qing's words, Zhenzhen's tears, which she had just stopped, started to fall again.

He sniffed, forcing himself to nod heavily.

"Mom, you are so kind."

Xu Qing squeezed Zhenzhen's hand, helped her sit down in a chair, and after a moment's hesitation, spoke:

“Zhenzhen, I have something to tell you about your background. I think you have the right to know.”

After you hear this, whatever you choose, Mom will support you. Not only Mom, our whole family will support you..."

Then, under Zhenzhen's bewildered gaze, Xu Qing briefly recounted what the one-armed beggar had told her, as well as what she herself had inquired about from Cui Yifeng.

These things should have been said by the one-armed beggar, but he felt guilty towards Zhenzhen and couldn't bring himself to say them.

Especially when he saw that Zhenzhen was forced to wear an ugly mask because of his own overthinking, causing her to be ridiculed and insulted by the village children, he dared not speak up.

He was afraid Zhenzhen would blame him...

After Xu Qing finished speaking, the one-armed beggar took out Zhenzhen's safety lock, which he had kept close to his body, and hung it around Zhenzhen's neck again.

“This was written by your biological mother. It's filled with her love for you. I was wrong. I shouldn't have kept hiding. Zhenzhen has suffered so much…”

The one-armed beggar knelt down on both knees, his voice choked with sobs, before Zhenzhen.

At this moment, Zhenzhen felt it was all so unreal. She had gone from a poor, ragged little beggar who never had enough to eat or wear to the adopted daughter of the Xu family.

Now they're suddenly telling her that she's the eldest daughter of some Cui family in the prefectural city...

Her mother was murdered by a concubine, and she had an adopted brother who was not related to her by blood, who had been searching for her for many years...

It's unclear whether the brother's intentions in contacting her are good or bad...

Xu Qing held Zhenzhen's hands, her voice becoming even softer:

“Zhenzhen, I know you might not be able to accept it right away, so don’t think too much about it.”

Get some rest today, and we'll talk about it once you've sorted things out. Mom has been staying home with you these past few days, okay?

Zhenzhen felt overwhelmed by the amount of information and her head was spinning. When she heard Xu Qing speak, she nodded subconsciously.

Xu Qing sighed inwardly, gave the one-armed beggar a look, and then took Zhenzhen's hand and escorted her back to her room.

After seeing that Zhenzhen had fallen asleep, he quietly withdrew.

The one-armed beggar sat dejectedly on the steps by the door. Hearing Xu Qing come out, he got up from the ground.

“Madam Xu, I’ve decided to go to the Cui family in the prefectural city. I want to see if that ingrate Xun Zhenzhen is sincere or not.”

If I haven't returned by tomorrow night, please send Zhenzhen away, as far away as possible.

This was the first time the one-armed beggar had called her so solemnly. Xu Qing understood the one-armed beggar's worries, but concern can cloud judgment.

"Don't rush, let's talk about it after Zhenzhen calms down. Put the Cui family aside for now. What will you ask her to do if she finds you're missing after she recovers?"

Anyway, Cui Yifeng hasn't found out yet, so let's not panic and wait for him to come knocking on our door.

What we need to do now is spend quality time with our child, giving Zhenzhen enough security and care.

The one-armed beggar hung his head in defeat, feeling utterly useless.

We failed to protect Miss before, and now we're failing to take good care of Zhenzhen.

……

The Cui family's dungeon.

Cui Yifeng looked at the letter his uncle had sent and frowned.

Ever since my uncle learned that he had found someone who could concoct the medicine, he has been sending messages three times a day.

They were all asking him if he had prepared the antidote, and he felt that the carrier pigeons were looking at him with resentment.

Although he didn't know why his uncle was in such a hurry, he could only ask the old woman preparing the medicine to speed things up.

In the cell next door was He Hua, her face haggard, her eyes lifeless, and her lips chapped with layers of dead skin.

He kept repeating, "Give me medicine, give me medicine, I want to take my medicine..."

"Ah! Give me the medicine! Please, give it to me, I can't take it anymore!"

Seeing that no one paid attention to her, He Hua suddenly became agitated, repeatedly banging her head against the cell door and shouting loudly.

"Give it to me! Master, give it to me now!"

"I'm going to die if you don't give it to me now!"

He Hua's voice was shrill and unusual. The old woman's hand holding the medicine bottle trembled, almost dropping it to the ground, and her eyes suddenly turned red.

"Give some more to my apprentice, sir. I will definitely prepare the antidote as soon as possible."

Cui Yifeng twirled the bamboo tube containing the letter paper in his hand and said casually:

"That's all. The medicine powder is all gone. Instead of begging me to give her the medicine, you should put in the effort to prepare the antidote as soon as possible, so your disciple can suffer one less day of offense."

The old lady suppressed her overwhelming anger and said in a mournful voice, "I can make that medicine powder. Can I make some for my apprentice to take?"

Cui Yifeng got up and walked out: "Unless you can concoct an antidote, even if you can concoct a medicinal powder, I will not give it to your disciple. Keep up the good work."