Du Yu had been hit so hard that his stomach lining bled, requiring two days of observation.
However, he wasn't concerned about his stomach, but his face instead.
"Bring me a mirror, Fu Yunhuai is so manipulative. He's jealous that I'm better-looking than him and intentionally targeted my face."
Mo Han's eyes were red. She didn't expect Du Yu would get so severely injured just to protect her.
How dare she let him see his face now?
His face was so swollen that it was unrecognizable, and blemished. Lucky for him, plastic surgery is possible these days once the injuries have healed.
Thinking that his precious face was disfigured, Mo Han's eyes became even redder.
She sobbed, "There are no mirrors in the hospital."
Du Yu: "Where's my phone? Give me my phone."
He had a demanding tone, but his voice was a bit shaky, as if he had a bad premonition and was scared.
