Su Nanxing couldn't help but imagine how charming and extraordinarily handsome this man would be if he were like any normal person.
Even now, as he sat in the wheelchair, his form emaciated and his face supposed to be quite terrifying.
Yet his excessively perfect eyebrows and eyes firmly suppressed that ugliness.
Su Nanxing admitted to herself that she was swayed by appearances; from the first glance during her school days, she had taken a liking to Lu Beiyuan.
After getting to know him better, that liking turned into love.
But indeed, this affection started with his good looks.
Looking at the face before her, despite the harsh words he had said earlier, Su Nanxing felt that she might not be unable to forgive him.
"The hospital has VIP rooms, and there are even special wards for high-ranking officials to recuperate..."
"Are they worthy of me?" The man's eyes were haughty, his arrogance taken for granted.
