The White Moonlight Disdained by the Male Protagonist of Redemption - Chapter 8.1

Since their conversation, Ning Yao felt that Feng Jingzhuo should have let go of his desire to die. He didn’t fully trust her yet, but he carefully started to lower his guard and try trusting her.

They had used up a bottle each of the Reviving Pill and the Soul-Fusion Bone-Repairing Pill. In theory, his condition should have improved, but after so many years of illness, it would still take some time for the full effects to show.

However, this didn’t delay the treatment for his facial scars.

This was what Ning Yuzhu was most happy about. His clan was already dwindling, with few members left. Some were in seclusion, some had left the mountain, and among the younger generation, he had no one to talk to except Ning Yao. He wanted a brother to keep him company, so people wouldn’t call him feminine.

However, whenever he tried to talk to Feng Jingzhuo, seeing his face made it hard to continue.

When Ning Yao said she planned to help Feng Jingzhuo heal his appearance, Ning Yuzhu immediately volunteered to take on this task.

He was quick about it, and in just two days, he delivered the medicine to Ning Yao.

She was pleased and went straight to give it to Feng Jingzhuo.

When she entered the room, she was momentarily speechless: “Wow… is this still my room?”

The entire room had been cleaned and organized, the bed linens neatly arranged with no wrinkles, the blankets folded perfectly like tofu. The books on the shelf, once chaotic, were now standing upright. The desk had been wiped clean, and the writing tools were neatly placed.

Feng Jingzhuo was kneeling on the floor with a basin of clean water beside him. He was holding a cloth and carefully wiping the floor.

Having been busy, he had rolled up his sleeves, exposing a section of his wrist, his skin as smooth as cold porcelain.

He turned around and, with that posture, saluted Ning Yao: “Mountain Master Ning.”

Ning Yao placed the medicine on the desk and helped him up: “What are you doing? Your wounds aren’t fully healed yet, and your body is still weak. Why rush to do this?”

Feng Jingzhuo answered: “I’m much better now. I can do some work.”

“Even so, there’s no need to rush. My room has been messy for so many years. I’m used to it,” Ning Yao absentmindedly touched the edge of the desk and raised an eyebrow, moving it a little. “Hmm? The desk isn’t wobbling anymore.”

She turned around, her eyes sparkling: “You actually fixed it so well?”

Feng Jingzhuo nodded: “Yes, it was nothing.”

Ning Yao was impressed. This desk had been wobbling ever since her father was the mountain master, and she had often used it as a horse to play on when she was a child. Over the years, it had become even more unstable, but she didn’t care and didn’t replace it, thinking she’d fix it when it collapsed. Never did she expect to see it so stable now.

Ning Yao genuinely admired him: “Jingzhuo, you’re really handy!”

She gave him a thumbs-up, then thought it wasn’t enough, so she raised two fingers and pointed them at his face.

Feng Jingzhuo gave a small smile: “You flatter me. I don’t have any great skills. I only know how to handle small tasks. I hope the Mountain Master doesn’t mind.”

“Too humble! You’re far more useful than the others outside. None of them ever helped me with anything. Come on, stop working now. Sit down,” Ning Yao took his wrist and led him to the table, sitting across from him herself.

Feng Jingzhuo lowered his head, instinctively rubbing his bare wrist, and silently lowered his sleeves.

Ning Yao pushed the shallow gray paste on the table toward him: “This is the medicine for your scars. I asked Dog Bamboo to make it. That guy loves skincare, so the things he makes are definitely good. Try it.”

Feng Jingzhuo stared at the bowl and gently touched his face.

Ning Yao asked: “What’s wrong?”

Feng Jingzhuo quietly replied: “Mountain Master Ning, I’m ugly. I’ve caused trouble for the people of Luoxiang Mountain.”

Ning Yao was immediately angry at Ning Yuzhu for being so loud. She knew Feng Jingzhuo must have heard him: “Don’t mind what others say. Isn’t it uncomfortable to have scars on your face?”

He said: “No.”

“No?” Ning Yao was puzzled as she looked at him.

Feng Jingzhuo’s voice was soft: “These were self-inflicted.”

Ning Yao was completely shocked. She had always thought his facial scars were from torture—deep cuts and burn marks that were horrifying to look at: “How could you…?”

Feng Jingzhuo’s throat moved slightly, but he didn’t explain further: “Actually, it’s nothing. It’s fine this way…”

Ning Yao observed his expression, frowning slightly: “Tell me, was someone forcing you to do this?”

“No, no one forced me. It was my choice. I…”

How should he explain? That day, Murong Lianzhen had come to Xuan Yue Immortal Sect to choose a demon pet and specifically wanted a dragon. He and dozens of dragons were brought up to meet her. When she saw his appearance, she was first amazed, then became infatuated.

At Fengxie Dao Sect, life was worse than death. He had to resort to any means, even injuring himself, to lessen the humiliation.

Feng Jingzhuo fell silent. His reputation had been tarnished by rumors, and with only his weak words, he would only appear insincere and pathetic.

Suddenly, Ning Yao’s hand grasped his wrist tightly: “You destroyed your own face to avoid Lady Lianzhen, so she wouldn’t humiliate you, right?”

Feng Jingzhuo raised his eyes, his voice trembling: “Does the Mountain Master think that me receiving Murong Lianzhen’s affection is humiliation?”

Ning Yao was anxious: “Isn’t that obvious?”

Feng Jingzhuo lowered his head, his voice barely audible: “Yes… I don’t want her to touch me.”