There was a trace of unwillingness in Li Qiushui's tone, but she quickly got to the point. "But the oath you swore before me outside the Ancient Tomb a year ago—that you could heal the injury on my face—does that still stand?!"
Through the thin veil, her eyes stared fixedly at Lin Xuan, as if trying to find even the slightest trace of perfunctoriness in his expression.
Her obsession with her appearance was the greatest inner demon of her life.
So long as there was even a sliver of hope, she would never give up.
Lin Xuan put away his teasing smile and said seriously, "Rest assured, Senior. I, Lin Xuan, keep my word. Of course it still stands. However..."
He changed the subject. "As I said earlier, I've been tied up with mundane affairs lately and truly can't spare the time. Your treatment will have to be postponed for now. Once I've dealt with the urgent matters at hand, I'll naturally resolve this affliction of yours."
"Postponed?"
Li Qiushui grew somewhat anxious. "Postponed until when? I have already waited for you a year! Do you expect me to wait another ten years or eight?"
"It won't take that long." Lin Xuan waved a hand, offering her reassurance. "At best, half a year; at worst, one year. Since you've already waited so many years, surely you won't mind waiting a little longer? Besides, other than me, who in this world would dare boast that they can cure your incurable condition?"
Though Lin Xuan's words were arrogant, they were indisputable fact.
Back then, even Wu Yazi, with all his abilities, had failed to restore her appearance.
Li Qiushui sighed helplessly. Though she hated him enough for her teeth to itch, one had to bow one's head under another's eaves.
"Fine. I