The plastic surgery expert invited by He Xing had arrived. He Xing made a phone call asking Ji Liangchuan to make arrangements, instructing that Fu Han's facial wounds should not be examined today. The expert would come to consult when Fu Han had her dressing changed tomorrow morning.
Nan Qing took the opportunity to send Su Cheng away too, telling him to accompany Ji Liangchuan in making the arrangements.
For a moment, only Fu Han and Nan Qing remained in the ward.
They were best friends, who shared everything, but now, as they looked at each other, they suddenly found themselves lost for words.
Fu Han's gaze fell on the windowsill, where outside a colorful butterfly was dancing gracefully. It was hard to imagine that beneath its enormous wings, the body was so tiny.
Nan Qing, eyes filled with compassion, finally broke the silence, "Fu Han, I... I have something I want to tell you."
