On the day of removing her stitches, Ci Erwei Ni was a bit nervous. Her tightly clenched fists were almost damp with sweat, and her eyes were squeezed shut, too scared to open them.
Campbell Zheng, quite pleased with the result on her face, glanced at Ci Erwei Ni's tense expression and couldn't help but chuckle softly, "Alright, open your eyes and take a look…"
Hearing his voice, Ci Erwei Ni finally opened her eyes slowly, trembling a little. She took the mirror from his hand and held it up in front of her.
In the mirror, Ci Erwei Ni's cheeks looked as rosy and smooth as before, with a slight blush on each side. She focused on the scar on her right cheek and couldn't help but marvel at Campbell Zheng's renowned reputation as the top plastic surgeon in Korea. He truly lived up to his title, didn't he?
The once ugly scar had now healed into a fine, thread-like white line. If you didn't look closely, you wouldn't even notice it...
