Qiao Ning was slightly stunned, then heard Hai Lan say, "I knew you'd blame yourself. Don't worry, I don't blame you, it's not your fault."
Qiao Ning hadn't expected her to be so generous.
"But..."
"But what? If it's not your fault, don't take it upon yourself," Hai Lan spoke quite lightly, her tone just like before.
Her mood seemed unaffected by the disfigurement.
Qiao Ning was both moved and relieved, "Sister Hai Lan, aren't you upset?" she asked in confusion.
Hai Lan sighed, "I am upset. But I'm quite grateful that it can be treated, which is a kind of luck, I guess."
"Yes, it will definitely get better!" Qiao Ning nodded vigorously.
"It definitely has to get better. Sister, you are as beautiful as a flower; it would be such a pity if you were disfigured." Hai Lan still had the heart to joke, and Qiao Ning couldn't help but laugh as well.
With Hai Lan being so optimistic, Qiao Ning's mood wasn't so heavy anymore.
