Returning home, Qi Baotan rushed into the bathroom without delay.
The mirror reflected an extraordinarily elegant face, marred only by a stark red handprint on her fair profile. Nearly half her face was swollen, an alarming sight.
Qi Baotan wasn't worried about disfigurement. In fact, this face had caused her enough trouble since childhood. If it were ruined, perhaps it would bring her some peace.
She took out a silver jar and carefully opened the lid, releasing a peculiar yet delightful fragrance.
The ointment inside was a pale pink, with a layer of flower petals adorning the top. At first glance, it resembled a tempting dessert.
Qi Baotan dipped her little finger into the ointment cautiously and applied it to the swollen areas on her face. A cool sensation spread instantly, so soothing that she couldn't help but sigh in relief.
This ointment was miraculous. Within seconds, the burning pain subsided.
