Shen Xinhe was lying in the room, covering herself tightly with the blanket.
She hadn't even taken off her clothes.
"Who's there?"
When Zhang Xiaoshan entered, Shen Xinhe shuddered in fright, but when she recognized it was Zhang Xiaoshan, she showed her head from under the blanket.
"What is this thing, it stinks so much?"
She immediately smelled a pungent, horrible stench and quickly covered her nose.
"Something that can restore your beauty."
Zhang Xiaoshan walked to the bedside.
"Did you find the medicinal catalyst?"
Shen Xinhe was very excited.
Zhang Xiaoshan had rescued her from Wei Bao's clutches, and during this period, her Qi had recovered nicely, her life was no longer in great danger, but her appearance was horrific. For any woman, it would be unbearable to accept the cruel reality of being disfigured, let alone for someone like Shen Xinhe, once considered a heavenly beauty.
She dreamed of restoring her beauty.