Upon entering, Fu Nancheng immediately noticed the hideous scar on her arm, the originally smooth skin marred as if devoured by flames, mottled and uneven.
Qiao Yun seemed 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 somewhat lost.
For a moment, there was only silence, difficult to accept that the woman before him was the girl from his memories.
Such fair skin, now covered in scars, burned, destroyed, left scarred by surgery, a complete mess. Clearly indicating what she had been through all these years.
