From a young age, she had often been called an "ugly monster" and described as "frightening"; direct compliments about her looks were genuinely rare.
Chu Nanxi's hand, which was pinching the fork, stiffened slightly.
"Do you really not think I'm ugly?"
Li Hannian looked up, his gaze solemnly settled on her face, with a rare seriousness in his expression and tone.
"Xixi, you shouldn't let a scar dictate your life."
The topic was a bit heavy, and Chu Nanxi pretended not to care as she picked up a cup of milk.
"Anyway, I don't rely on my face to make a living."
Initially, when her father gave her that scar, he had said that once she grew up and could protect herself, she could remove it.
But her father's sudden departure meant he never got to tell her when she would be considered grown up.
Who would want to carry a scar all the time and be called an ugly monster?
She just wasn't ready yet to face life after leaving behind the scar.
