She remembered the resourceful Liang Zhichen from her memories and looked at the man before her, whose voice was choked with nasal sounds and laden with sorrow, and she was completely baffled. Liang Zhichen had white hair at his temples, but this man’s hair was black. She stared at the mask on his face for quite a while. Dong Huiying let out a cold snicker, "What, you dare not take it off?" The Master had a look of wanting but hesitating to speak. And Dong Huiying acted quickly; she wanted to tear off the man’s mask and see if he could keep up the pretense. But after she grabbed the mask and tried to lift it forcefully, it didn’t come off? Instead, painful cries came from the man. "Sister, it hurts, it hurts, be gentle..." She stared at him in shock; the mask seemed to be glued to his face as if it was fused with his skin, furrowing her brows tightly, "Who on earth are you!?" "I am Chen Xu, I am your brother Chen Xu!" Her face was clearly emblazoned with ’I don’t believe you’. Glancing at his right hand, she narrowed her eyes slightly, "Is this hand of yours crippled?" He lowered his eyes, then stretched out his right hand to touch her head. Had she really mistaken him for someone else? Was this person truly not Liang Zhichen? The man’s height, build, and even the scent of his body, were very similar to Liang Zhichen, but Liang Zhichen’s right hand was disabled, and she had taken his pulse herself before. However, this man... his voice, accent, temper, and hair were all different from the Liang Zhichen she remembered. Dong Huiying stared blankly at him for a long while, and he slowly withdrew his hand. "Silly girl, what’s wrong with you? This mask of mine was branded onto my face after being heated red-hot by a fire; it’s stuck to my face and can’t be taken off. Plus, your brother is just left-handed, accustomed to using his right hand, who told you my right hand was useless? I am perfectly fine; how could such rumors be spread!" As he spoke, he displayed an indignant expression. Dong Huiying sat on the stool and took out a box of medicine from her small bundle, applying the cool white ointment to the wound on her face. If an ordinary person had been cut on the face, they would surely be disfigured, but for her... it wouldn’t take long to heal completely. After all, once this long journey was over and she returned home, she could start working on making the Scar Removal Ointment. The Master sat next to her, looking pitiful, choking up from time to time whenever he spoke of something sorrowful. He kept asking Dong Huiying if her face hurt, and how she ended up running to the Black Wind Camp, which greatly annoyed Dong Huiying. "I’m sorry, my surname is Dong, I am not your sister!" "How is that possible? You clearly are my sister!" "Maybe we just look alike; the world is vast and there’s nothing strange under the sun, what’s there to be surprised about?" After she finished speaking, she was also taken aback. The world is vast and there’s nothing strange under the sun; perhaps this person was truly just a stranger who bore a strong resemblance to Liang Zhichen. But just looking at his mouth, his chin, they too resembled Liang Zhichen closely. "Although I am not your sister, I am still very grateful to you. If fate allows, we’ll meet again!" She dropped this sentence and, without another word, deftly leapt out of the window and left. A low cry of surprise rang out, but Dong Huiying did not look back. The Master hurried out the door, looking left and right, but the other person’s figure had already disappeared. He was suddenly as deflated as an eggplant struck by frost.