Zhong Lingling lowered her head, saying nothing.
She didn't want to tell Xiang Yimo about the doctor's expression when he saw her earlier, how hurtful that expression was.
"It seems, I should really listen to Wang Shan and get you a good psychologist!"
"..."
"Looks aren't important! I don't care about your appearance at all. Can you not always wear your scarf when facing me?" Xiang Yimo roared.
Between husband and wife, what can't be faced together?
Since Zhong Lingling was disfigured, the relationship between Xiang Yimo and Zhong Lingling had become oppressively tense!
"The scars aren't on your face, of course you'd say that. If you were the one disfigured, would you still speak like that?"
Zhong Lingling shouted back.
Zhong Lingling sat on the bed, while Xiang Yimo walked to the balcony and lit a cigarette.
If possible, he truly wished he was the one disfigured, wished he could bear it all for Zhong Lingling.
