She wasn't going to go back to the Capital empty handed. She was going to ruin at least one of them, whether it was Tang Mo'er or Lin Shiyu!
Dark resentment twisted through her mind like poisonous vines.
…
In the hospital.
The injury on An'an's left chest was recovering well, except for the two drops of acid, which had left a mark on her delicate skin. The doctor had treated her wound but apologized, "Mrs Gu, due to the effects of the acid, there will be a scar left on Miss An'an's chest."
Tang Mo'er was filled with guilt, An'an's skin was so delicate, just like a boiled egg. Her skin was supple and simply flawless, but now she was going to have a scar on her chest. That was a woman's most private and cherished areas. It was all her fault.
"Doctor, is there any way to get rid of the scar?" Tang Mo'er asked.
"Mrs Gu, when Miss An'an's condition gets better, we can make use of aesthetic treatments to remove the scar."
