Upon entering, Fu Nancheng imdiately noticed the hideous scar on her arm, the originally smooth skin marred as if devoured by flas, mottled and uneven.
Qiao Yun seed unprepared for his sudden action, quickly seized the blanket back to cover her arm again, her eyes moistening.
Fu Nancheng furrowed his brows slightly, glancing over her neck.
Although she had deliberately used her hair to cover it, upon closer inspection, it wasn’t difficult to discern burn marks on her neck as well, dark brown and pitted, quite hideous.
Looking at the large swathes of burn marks, Fu Nancheng felt sowhat lost.
For a mont, there was only silence, difficult to accept that the woman before him was the girl from his mories.
Such fair skin, now covered in scars, burned, destroyed, left scarred by surgery, a complete ss. Clearly indicating what she had been through all these years.
The room was montarily filled with a sowhat awkward silence; the woman who opened the door sighed softly and turned to pour them both a glass of water.
Qiao Yun kept her eyes slightly lowered all along, until after a long ti, she slowly lifted her eyes, examined Fu Nancheng’s handso face, and softly asked, "Have... have you been well all these years?"
"Yes." He replied briefly, without elaborating.
"I... I saw you got engaged." Qiao Yun spoke softly, then forced a smile: "Congratulations."
Fu Nancheng felt a pang of sourness in his heart, yet it was just that, sourness and lant.
Since he understood that the one he loved was Qiao Mo, he would not regret it.
"Why didn’t you co back then?" Fu Nancheng asked in a low voice.
He had persisted for so many years, just wanting a truth.
A trace of bitterness flashed in Qiao Yun’s eyes, she turned her head to avoid his gaze and softly said, "So many years have passed, why bring it up again?"
"I need the truth." Fu Nancheng insisted.
He truly needed an answer. Eight years ago, because of his arrogance, he had agreed to elope with her, but did not foresee that it would lead to his sister Qingxue’s legs being disabled, and even caused Lu Xiuyuan’s mother to lose her life due to him.
Moreover, having been fixated on it for so long, hating for so long, he ultimately needed a truth.
Qiao Yun was silent for a long ti, then spoke again softly: "What’s the point of saying it now? Nancheng, we were too young back then. Besides..."
"Besides, you have now found your own happiness."
"Why didn’t you co back then?" He asked again, his voice lower by a notch.
In fact, he already vaguely knew the answer, from Mrs. Chen, and from her body covered in burns today.
But how did these injuries co to be? How could she have been so severely burned?
Sohow, he suddenly rembered the photo sent to Xiao Mo at the engagent party that day.
Why had that fire back then burned Qiao Yun? And what did it have to do with Xiao Mo...
But Qiao Yun did not give him an answer; she remained silent, seemingly unwilling to ntion it.
The woman who opened the door couldn’t seem to hold back and interjected, "Miss was indeed planning to go back then, but soone made secret trouble, inford Madam, and Madam locked Miss up. Who would have expected Ms. Yun and Qiao Mo to..."
"Enough!" Qiao Yun suddenly interrupted sharply, her emotions particularly agitated, eyes bloodshot.
Seeing this, the woman hesitated, then finally closed her mouth reluctantly.
Fu Nancheng didn’t ask further but changed the topic: "How is your health now?"
Only then did Qiao Yun’s complexion gradually recover, she replied: "A few more surgeries are needed; the burnt area was too large back then, it’s difficult to fully restore."
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