"Madam Gu's face is really thick, isn't it? My ugliness, my frightening appearance, all thanks to you. From where do you get off accusing me when you're the reason I turned out like this? Isn't it because you've been exceedingly cruel?"
Qiao Yin spoke indifferently, "Oh, I forgot to tell you, my ugliness and my capacity to frighten are only temporary. My injuries will eventually heal. As for your face, I'm afraid it will never get better for the rest of your life, will it? Are you going to wear a mask forever, even when eating or drinking water, without taking it off?"
The scar on her face had now become Hou Jinhua's deepest pain. These days, she hardly dared to look in a mirror, and sometimes she would catch a glimpse of her own reflection on the ward's glass and startle herself.
She couldn't accept the transformation of her face, growing increasingly irate every day, and no one dared provoke her.
