He Qing stepped out of the dormitory only to find, standing at the door, was a girl whose impression was quite memorable to her.
The girl was none other than Lou Ning.
To be honest, if He Qing hadn't immediately felt the urge to turn her head and retch upon seeing her, she probably wouldn't have recognized the girl in front of her—whose skin was both black and yellow and who looked haggard and old—was the gentle girl who had once been by Zhu Wenwen's side.
She stood far away, because of that uncontrollable feeling of disgust, she was unwilling to approach Lou Ning.
Lou Ning watched her expression carefully, intending to step forward and plead, but for a moment, she didn't know how to start.
How could she say it? Maybe ask, "Why do you find me disgusting?" Or, "Do you have any way to treat my face?" Or perhaps...
Suddenly, Lou Ning remembered something.
