For a moment, the charming low voice echoed in the room.
...
Meanwhile, after they returned to the thatched cottage, Olive prepared a place for Darryl to rest.
Olive was a caring person. She especially made a bed near the window for Darryl. She thought he could enjoy the scenery outside as soon as he got up every morning.
He stared at Olive busying around; Darryl felt a warmth in his heart and sighed.
Like Jewel, Olive was a diligent womanOlive—whoever married her in the future would be a lucky man.
As he sighed, he saw the herbs on the shelves around him. Suddenly, an idea occurred to him. Senior Divine Farmer had taught him some recipes to remove scars in the past. Perhaps he could make the medicine for Olive.
If he could remove the mark on her face, he could repay her for her help.
After he had made up his mind, he began to pick herbs.
"Dart!"
Olive laughed and asked, "What are you doing?"
Darryl smiled and said, "I'll make a prescription for you." The Divine Farmer had said that everyone's physique was different, so the medicine needed to be prescribed according to each person.
Therefore, he did not want to tell Olive what he was doing before he had complete confidence.
Hearing that, Olive stopped asking.
Half an hour later, Darryl prepared the medicine and crushed it according to the method taught by Divine Farmer. He then mixed it with clear water and made it into an ointment.
After that, Darryl smiled at Olive and said, "That medicine needs to be applied externally, but I still have internal injuries. Do you want to try it? I've thought about it for a while. It's not convenient to touch your body other than your face. How about I apply it to the mark on your face?"
Olive was stunned for a moment and then nodded with a smile. "Okay."
Olive was so kind that she never doubted that Darryl would hurt her.
After she agreed, Darryl quickly applied the ointment on her face, full of anticipation.
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