He turned his head towards Fu Han, speaking in a frantic, incoherent manner, "Fu Han, I don't know why my parents issued that statement, I clearly told them that we had already broken up before the new year, and I even ... I even instructed them not to speak on the Internet."
Fu Han gazed at Su Cheng with innocent eyes, her soft and tender voice echoing in the spacious ward, "I ... I don't understand what you're saying."
A breeze drifted by, causing the strands of hair by Fu Han's temples to flutter gently like ripples on water, showcasing a different kind of gentleness. Even with bandages on her face, there was an irresistibly eye-catching, broken beauty about her.
In the room, three people and six eyes were all fixed intently on her.
Beauty isn't only skin-deep, and that's especially true for someone with grace; it turns out that even with bandages on her face, she remained someone whose beauty was captivating—an undeniable beauty.