As the days passed, Rao Jingru used the ointment that Xiaocui had collected for her.
The last time she used it, she felt a pain in her face. After consulting the old doctor, Xiaocui got the reply that the pain in her face was normal. The scar was being torn and repaired, so Rao Jingru felt the pain.
Since then, Rao Jingru had been continuously using ointment every day.
Rao Jingru was looking at the mirror, pulling down her mask and watching the scar on her face fall off gradually. Even the trace had faded a lot. She was happy from the heart.
Her face finally recovered, but she did not dare to let Xiao Mo and Rao Jingxue know it, so the masks and sunglasses covered her face, which had recovered more tightly every day.
"Sister, you have been hiding in the toilet for most of the day. How long will you be able to come out?" Rao Jingxue would clap at the door and shout whenever she saw Rao Jingru not coming out of the study or toilet for more than ten minutes these days.