Lin Jiujiu couldn't hold it in anymore and burst into tears: "You can't just sentence me to death..." ... I just fell, it's not enough to ruin my face.
Marrying me or a death sentence?? Qin Muchen didn't want to know the shadow in his heart.
The car quickly stopped at the hospital entrance; it was just a minor scratch for them. The doctor prescribed medicine, gave some care instructions, and advised about restrictions, ensuring no scars if followed.
But Lin Jiujiu was still extremely worried.
Qin Muchen, like speaking to a child, gently coaxed with half-threat, half-comfort: "The doctor said it's fine; it'll definitely be fine. If you keep thinking about scarring, perhaps it really could leave a mark."
Scared, Lin Jiujiu quickly relaxed her brows and laughed twice: "Not depressed, not depressed."
Then she smiled at Qin Muchen.
