Guan Xinyue's mind stirred slightly, her eyes flashing with a hint of light as she looked at Tangyu.
Tangyu curled his lips and continued, "If you don't respond, it means you agree. If I say I have a way to remove those two blemishes on your face, can we call it even between us?"
Gong Xinyue's heart skipped a beat, what woman doesn't love beauty?
These two blemishes had always been an unspeakable pain buried deep in her heart. How could she not want to remove them?
But her master had tried every possible method over the years, all to no avail, which made her completely desperate and resigned. After so many years, she had gradually become numb and used to it.
