At that age, his perception of beauty and ugliness was vague, but he was also aware that he was different from others, not nearly as handsome as the second or third brothers. It was for this reason that people viewed him with prejudice, and even his own father could not help but sigh in frustration whenever he saw his face. Over time, combined with some other factors, he became someone who neither cried nor smiled; he became like a piece of wood, seemingly void of emotion, devoid of joy and anger, slow in response to everything, always alone. Compared to being in a group, he actually preferred solitude because he felt more comfortable alone. He knew that his older and younger brothers never despised him, but in his youth, upon seeing his siblings so fair and handsome, he couldn’t help but wonder if he was truly a monster. Otherwise, why would he look so deformed? Those harsh and sharp lines on his face were not the least bit beautiful, and even his figure was more robust than others. After his face was disfigured, he felt indifferent; his face had never been appealing anyway, and it didn’t matter if it got uglier. He told himself not to care, but every time he was subjected to people’s various looks, he felt somewhat... uncomfortable. He did care after all, didn’t he? After all, he wasn’t attractive to begin with, and after the disfigurement, he became even uglier... Dong Huiying was held tightly in Liang Haoming’s arms, feeling somewhat overwhelmed. With her head pressed against the back of his head, and her face buried in his chest, she couldn’t lift her head. He held her too tightly, squeezing her bones painfully and almost suffocating her, but she was also worried about her own strength; afraid that she might inadvertently hurt him, she could only struggle gently. "Xiao Mingming?" Liang Shujun saw Dong Huiying looking very uncomfortable, and so, frowning, she interrupted her emotionally swirling fourth brother. Liang Yuening was more impulsive; he dashed forward and tore fourth brother’s arm away, then clumsily rescued Dong Huiying from fourth brother’s embrace, gently patting her back, as if to help her catch her breath. "Are you alright?" Liang Yuening asked with concern, though his expression was not very good. Then, he glared gloomily at his fourth brother. Liang Haoming also snapped back to reality at this moment, looking nervous and unsettled like a child who had done something wrong. Dong Huiying took a deep breath, "I’m fine," she managed to squeeze out a comforting smile toward Yue Ning. She knew that Liang Haoming wasn’t good with words, and she also knew that when he held her, it was as if he was trying to convey something hard. Liang Yuening glanced at her, then looked again at his fourth brother. He paused, "Baobao, Baobao..." He suddenly reached out his hand, as if he wanted to wrap his arm around her shoulders? Just now fourth brother had hugged her, and she didn’t resist, so could he also... perhaps...? "Baobao, Baobao?" Liang Shujun hurried over, squeezing between Liang Yuening and Dong Huiying, then blinking curiously and asking, "Baobao, this stuff is really powerful, it can actually remove scars!" Glancing sideways at his fifth brother, he saw him full of regret and embarrassment. Shujun chuckled coldly to himself, thinking: Daring to intrude on my territory, daring to mess with my affairs? Hmph, I am very angry about this! Wanting to get close to Baobao? Pah, keep dreaming! Dong Huiying’s attention was diverted by Shujun, and she said assertively, "Of course, why would I go through so much trouble if it weren’t effective?" Afterward, she took out some Scar Removal Ointment to keep for herself. She hadn’t forgotten the scars on her own body, those knife and sword wounds that she didn’t know the origins of; they covered her body beneath her clothes, leaving her small frame riddled with wounds, a sight as gruesome as that of the Liang family brothers who had been severely tormented.