Senior Master Xie looked at Xie Yumo's bandaged face, sighed silently, and slowly said, "Momo, don't be too heartbroken. Grandfather has told you many times before, having a pretty face isn't everything. Beauty of the soul is what matters most! Even a scar on your face doesn't mean much. You should focus on your studies, strive to be talented and capable. When you grow up, even if you don't have beauty, you would still become a woman who is attractive and respected by all!"
"No....No..." Xie Yumo shook her head vehemently, "I don't want talent, I don't want capability, I just want my original face! Grandfather, save me, save me! I don't want my face to be ruined, I don't want to turn into a monster!"
What talents and abilities are more important than a beautiful face?
Who wouldn't say such nonsense?
Only a fool wouldn't know that beauty matters the most.
Beauty is justice.
Beautiful people are always easily forgiven.
All these sayings are everywhere.
