Zhang Huai's thoughts were on Juhua, but at that very moment, she was calling out to Qingmu in a panic.
Her voice was so tense it sent Qingmu scrambling over in a flash. "What is it?" he asked breathlessly. "Juhua, what's wrong?"
Juhua said urgently, "Brother, quick, come take a look at my face! What's happening? The skin is peeling off!"
It turned out the rough patch on her face had grown harder and harder, so she hadn't been as careful when washing it. Lately, she'd been busy enough to work up a sweat often, which meant she washed her face more frequently. Plus, it itched terribly under the hardened skin, making her desperate to just scratch it. For all these reasons, when she was washing her face that evening, she'd accidentally used a bit too much force and rubbed off a piece of the crusty scab. The shock was what made her call out for Qingmu.
