She has hundreds of thousands of supernatural powers, but she always says she is weak.

Chapter 254 Entering the Tower

At this time, Sun Mu had already broken through the monsters and came to the side of the tower: "Leave the outside to us, we won't let anyone disturb you."

"Captain, be careful." Cheng Li said.

Zuo Xiuyan turned his head slightly, nodded, and then ran inside quickly.

Sun Mu looked up at the sky. The sun in the center of the field began to set. Dark clouds began to wrap around the sun, as if to cover it.

There were rumbling sounds from time to time, making people feel uneasy.

"Boom!" The third batch of armored monsters fell from the sky.

"Crack!" The ground cracked again, and bloody hands kept crawling out.

Sun Mu spun the stick and pointed it forward: "As long as I'm here, no one can get in through this door!"

……

Just as Zuo Xiuyan took a few steps in, she saw a spiral stone staircase leading upwards, and she ran up it.

There were small candlesticks hanging on both sides of the stone wall, lit with white candles, but they were only a thin layer left, and the candle flames swayed faintly back and forth, as if they would go out at any time.

It was dozens of meters high, and the rotation seemed endless, which made her feel a little dizzy. Fortunately, there was nothing else unusual, and she finally reached the platform.

There was a heavy door in front, slightly open. Zuo Xiuyan knocked twice.

"Who?" The voice in the room sounded a little panicked and weak.

"I brought some medicine."

"You come in..."

Zuo Xiuyan pushed the door open and went in. The room was extremely small, like a prison.

The person who opened the door was lying on a tattered stone bed in the corner. Surrounded by bare, grey stone walls, it was cold and gloomy. There were no windows, no furnishings, and only a candle lamp on the floor at the head of the bed.

She is not a protected princess, but more like a prisoner.

"Hua Rong." Zuo Xiuyan called the other person's name softly. He already knew it from the information the team members had investigated.

She saw the man who opened the door clearly. Whether it was his body or his face, it was almost impossible to describe it with words.

It was like a piece of plasticine that had been kneaded countless times and thrown aside. It was wrinkled, bumpy, crooked, irregular and uneven.

Hua Rong supported himself on the edge of the bed with both hands, slowly raised his upper body, and sat down with great effort.

Suddenly, one of her eyes rolled down her face.

She hurried to grab it, touching the eye still on her face with one hand, and tentatively pressing the fallen eyeball to the side with the other hand.

Without a mirror, I relied purely on my sense of touch. The distance between my two eyes was not symmetrical, and there was also an upward and downward offset.

Zuo Xiuyan walked closer and found that they were glass beads.

There were many bead-sized pits on the other person's face, which must have been caused by pressing down.

Hua Rong covered his face with his hands, looked over and asked weakly, "Where's my medicine?"

Zuo Xiuyan took out a red flower and handed it over.

Hua Rong shielded her face with one arm and held out one hand. Her hand trembled slightly, as if she was holding something long awaited and extremely precious.

Then he swallowed the whole flower into his mouth, chewed it quickly a few times, and swallowed it before it was chewed into pieces.

After waiting for a few seconds, she looked down at her body and turned her arms in panic: "Why? Why is there no change!"

Hua Rong kept touching her face. As she moved, her face began to deform like mud, becoming even more bizarre, and even leaving several deep finger marks.

She turned around to verify, "It hasn't changed, has it?"

"No." Zuo Xiuyan answered softly.

Hua Rong screamed and covered his face with his hands again: "Fake! This medicine is fake!"

Zuo Xiuyan slowly sat down on the edge of the stone bed: "It's not fake, it's just that you don't need it."

Hua Rong stepped back a little: "I need it, I need it! It can make me look my best, so I can get out of here."

"What is the best?"

"It means that everyone who sees it will find it beautiful. No...even if most people think so, it's enough..." Hua Rong covered his face and shook his head.

"I'm not good-looking... I don't have such big eyes, a high nose, a melon-shaped face, nor an oval face, neither a cherry mouth nor a sexy big mouth..." Her voice choked slightly.

"How did you come to the conclusion that it doesn't look good?"

Hua Rong paused. Is there anything to ask about such a thing? If it doesn’t look good, it doesn’t look good.

She thought for a moment and replied, "Everyone will tell you what is beautiful and what is ugly. You will understand after seeing them for a while."

“So, you feel like you don’t measure up to those standards, right?”

"Yes……"

"When you set a standard and you fail to meet it, you feel bad about yourself. It's normal to have this feeling of failure and low self-esteem."

Hua Rong looked at Zuo Xiuyan through his fingers.

This person... is different.

In the past, whenever I told others that I was ugly, someone would always respond: Oh, you are not ugly, you are very good-looking, you are really beautiful.

She was extremely fed up with such hypocritical and meaningless words, and even felt furious.

However, this person did not say the same comforting words as others.

But what the other party just said... Hua Rong felt comforted for the first time.

This woman saw what was in her heart...

That's the feeling of having something you care about seen.

That's the feeling of being accepted.

Hua Rong's intense emotions just now inexplicably eased a little.

Zuo Xiuyan paused for a few seconds and asked, "Are all these standards correct?"

Hua Rong hesitated: "Most of them are correct..."

Zuo Xiuyan continued to ask: "If type A is correct, then type B is wrong?"

Hua Rong was stunned and shook his head.

After thinking for a moment, he said in a low voice, "But I have nothing to do with any of those good-looking people."

"Beauty is inherently a subjective thing." Zuo Xiuyan said slowly, "Everyone has his or her own answer, but there is no 'only' correct answer in the world."

“When there is no single answer, it means that no matter what, it will always be wrong in the eyes of some people.”

"You can never be beautiful, and you can never be ugly."

Standards are such a ridiculous thing.

Hua Rong opened her mouth but said nothing, but the force with which she covered her face weakened.

If you previously believed that a certain score was correct, then now someone tells you that any score is wrong, and similarly, any score is correct.

It feels both absurd and reasonable.

The obsession of "must do it" suddenly faded a lot.

"First, you set the standard too narrowly, and only recognized those few. Second, you didn't find the person who used you as the standard. That person would think that everything about you is just right."

"How could there be such a person?" Hua Rong's voice was full of dejection, he felt it was just a fantasy.

Zuo Xiuyan smiled lightly: "Why don't you be this person?"