Mei Qingyang saw shock on everyone's face. Well, it was not the first time this had happened.
She had seen all the nurses in the hospital, where her foster father got her treated four years ago after stumbling upon her in a burning car, see her with disgust or pity. Disgust because her body, especially four years ago, looked hideous. Pity because she probably would never get a partner in life. She had heard the nurses discuss her condition numerous times among themselves, on how God did save her face from burning but instead left her with something useless.
And it was not like she had never tried going to school before. It was fine as long as she was wearing layers beneath her white shirt of the uniform, so her dark scars wouldn't be visible at all. But that dreaded physical check-up day came. She was still trying to get over her complex about her body.
