She cried and said to him: "I... I am disfigured... disfigured... ugh... so ugly... I can't live anymore... I can't live anymore... wu wu wu..."
"Don't cry!" His voice was not gentle at all, even a little low, and his displeasure could clearly be heard.
Shangguan Chuxue was aggrieved. His face looked like this. He couldn't even cry. He really didn't want her to live!
"I'll just cry, I'll cry... Wu... Anyway, I'm disfigured... I don't want to live anymore... I'll just cry to death... Wu... Dad..." She thought of her father's kindness, and thought of what would happen if he
Seeing her like this must have made her cry even louder.
Bai Chuling was a little helpless, and her voice suddenly softened, "It's just a layer of skin peeling off, just apply some ointment and it'll be fine! No need to make a fuss!"
Just apply some ointment? It's not that easy. He thought it was fairy ointment! She didn't believe him from the bottom of her heart, and she still cried so sadly that her tears kept falling down.
Salty tears streaked across her peeled cheeks, like a handful of salt sprinkled on a wound. The pain made her heartbroken. The tears flowed more fiercely, and her face hurt even more. She didn't want to live anymore.
"If you keep crying like this, your face will really be ruined!" Bai Chuling deliberately scared her: "When tears flow through the wound, there will be marks on the face. Even if it is healed, the face will still be black and white.
piece!"
Ah, isn't that uglier? Living is more uncomfortable than death! These words made her feel uncomfortable again. She wanted to cry but was afraid of leaving scars. She felt uncomfortable even if she didn't cry.
Shangguan Chuxue held back tears, her shoulders trembled, and her expression was aggrieved and pitiful. For a girl, disfigurement is scarier than anything else. She doesn't want to be ugly for the rest of her life!
Bai Chuling could see that she was holding back her tears, and her aggrieved look was really heartbreaking. He couldn't bear it for a moment, so he took out a box of green ointment from the basket and walked up to her. He originally wanted to hand it to her directly and then left.
But seeing her crying, my heart softened. I sat on the edge of the bed, unscrewed the lid, dipped some ointment on my slender fingertips, and gently applied it on her face.