In Li's bedroom.
Uneasy, Li lay on the bed, gazing at Jiang Siming standing beside it. Her heart full of anxiety, she asked, "Will it really work?"
"Don't worry. If it fails and you can't find a boyfriend afterward, I'll support you," Jiang Siming joked.
Half of Li's face instantly flushed red. She shot him a look and said, "If it fails, then it fails. It's no big deal. I'm already like this anyway. It can't get any worse."
"It won't fail. I guarantee it."
Jiang Siming spoke softly, but his tone was utterly certain.
Then he changed his tone, lowered his head, and looked at Li lying before him as he teased, "I'd really like to see it. You're already this beautiful with half your face. If I restored you completely, just how beautiful would you have been originally?"
Li was rendered speechless. She looked calm, but the flushed half of her face gave her away completely.
Seeing that he had gone far enough, Jiang Siming stopped teasing the young woman. He held out both hands toward Li and asked, "Shall I begin?"
"Mm," Li replied softly, taking a deep breath.
But she noticed that although Jiang Siming said he was about to begin, he had not brought any tools—not even his Acupuncture Needles.
Just as she was wondering about it, she saw Jiang Siming's hands gradually turn red, as though they had been coated with red paint.
The sight of those red hands left Li stunned.
If she had not known that everyone in Jiang Siming's family possessed unfathomable abilities, she would have thought she was seeing a ghost.
Fortunately, she had been mentally prepared. After living in Jiang Siming's home for so long, she had gradually grown used to it.
When she had first arrived, she had