"Ye Bingtong saw the curiosity of the crowd and gave a bitter smile as she slowly unwrapped the bandage. She knew beneath it lay a horrifying wound that had to be redrawn every day, but she couldn't bear to look each time—the imitation was too lifelike. Even if one touched it, abnormalities were hardly noticeable, let alone just by looking."
"One by one, Ye Bingtong unwrapped the bandage, revealing her wound to everyone."
"Her wound was painted by professionals who spent hours each day designing it to look like it might if it were real. It was no longer freshly inflicted; compared to the beginning, the wound had changed. On Bingtong's wrist was a long scar, the dark red wound shockingly vivid. Additionally, there were signs of yellow and green infection, with hints of white fluid seeping out. The doctor had said that the wound had become infected, and thus, it needed to be dressed with medicine daily."
