In the hospital, Qiao Mu woke up groggily and saw the man sitting by the bed.
Panicking, she sat up abruptly and hugged Li Yan. " Uncle, I thought I would never see you again. "
Li Yan's eyes darkened as he gently stroked Qiao Mu's head. " Be good, it's alright now. It's alright now. Have a good rest. "
Qiao Mu felt a slight headache and reached out to touch her forehead, but Li Yan stopped her. " Your forehead is injured. You can't touch it. "
Qiao Mu pouted and asked pitifully, " Will it leave a scar? "
"No, you won't be able to see it after you recover."
Qiao Mu was still worried and bit her lip. " If I leave a scar, you'll despise me. "
" Silly girl, even if you're disfigured, I won't despise you. "
These words deeply provoked Qiao Mu. Initially, Li Yan had good intentions and wanted to reassure her, but he saw the little woman's eyes start to tear up.
She touched her face and stared at him in panic. " Show me a mirror. Am I really disfigured? "