Large, grim burns left pitted and ugly marks.
Qiao Yun’s gaze beca more fierce, sowhat angered as she threw the mirror back onto the bedside, and when she looked up, she vaguely saw a silhouette standing outside.
Qiao Mo didn’t hide, just stood there quietly observing her.
Seeing her look over, she pushed the door open and walked in.
At the instant she saw Qiao Mo, Qiao Yun was completely stunned. That similar face had a few honest facts; she stared blankly at the suddenly appearing figure, never expecting her to co.
Qiao Mo walked to the bedside, scrutinizing her carefully for a while, then sat down silently.
They really did look alike...
No wonder Fu Nancheng mistook the person.
Seen like this, it was much clearer than on TV. Qiao Mo’s gaze swept over her neck and fell onto that burn.
Because of clothing covering, she couldn’t judge how severe the burns on her body were or how extensive the area was. However, sweeping past her neck, her gaze fell onto her hand, where large scars were clearly visible.
Perceiving her scrutiny, Qiao Yun fiddled with her hair, trying hard to cover her neck, not wanting Qiao Mo to see her embarrassnt.
"You... are you Qiao Yun?"
In fact, this eting was indeed a bit awkward.
Qiao Mo hadn’t expected to co like this herself, suddenly not knowing how to start the conversation.
"No." Qiao Yun directly denied, turning her head away, not looking at her.
She couldn’t stand Qiao Mo’s face, delicate and beautiful without a single flaw, unlike hers, where the chin connected to the neck was full of ugly scars, all burnt flesh and skin.
Her denial left Qiao Mo montarily at a loss for how to continue the conversation.
She didn’t know why she had co either, she just wanted to see...
To see the woman in his mory, to see this sister in na.
"Have you seen enough? If you have, get out!"
After a brief silence, Qiao Yun was sowhat agitated, turning her head with slightly reddened eyes as she looked at Qiao Mo.
"You... seem to hate ?" Qiao Mo clearly saw the loathing in her eyes.
"Ha... hate? You turned into this state; shouldn’t I hate you! Do you expect to be grateful to you!" Qiao Yun’s emotions grew increasingly agitated, yelling out loud.
She truly wanted to scratch Qiao Mo’s face, which constantly reminded her of how happy and beautiful she was.
"I caused it?" Qiao Mo felt sowhat dazed.
"Heh, stop feigning ignorance. If it weren’t for you back then, how would I have beco like this today!" A tear trickled down Qiao Yun’s eye as she stared fixedly at Qiao Mo, causing a tightening in her heart.
Did she... was it her who caused Qiao Yun’s situation?
Qiao Mo was sowhat bewildered: "Was it because of that big fire?"
"Get out! Get lost! I don’t want to see you!" Qiao Yun grabbed the water cup by the bedside and hurled it at Qiao Mo.
Qiao Mo sidestepped to avoid it; the cup shattered at her feet, splattering glass shards everywhere and wetting her pants.
"Get out!"
"Get lost!"
"Get out now!"
Qiao Yun scread heart-wrenchingly; after a mont, she was breathing heavily, as if her trachea had issues, her face whitening a few shades.
"Are you okay?" Qiao Mo was sowhat anxious, stepping forward a couple of steps.
After all, she didn’t know the extent of Qiao Yun’s condition; if her appearance indeed caused trouble, she really... wouldn’t know how to face her, nor how to face Fu Nancheng.
"Get away from !"
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