"Mrs. Xiang, could you please remove your scarf? If I can't see your wound, I can't treat you!" the doctor said with a smiling face to Zhong Lingling.
Zhong Lingling glanced at Xiang Yimo, who was standing by.
Xiang Yimo knew that Zhong Lingling didn't want him to see her ugly appearance. Aside from the time just after Zhong Lingling's face was disfigured, Xiang Yimo had seen her wound. Now, whenever she needed to take off the scarf to eat or wash her face, she always avoided Xiang Yimo. As a result, the couple usually ate separately — one in the dining room, while the other had to eat upstairs or in the courtyard to preserve the other's self-esteem.
Zhong Lingling even wore the scarf to sleep at night, fearing she might scare Xiang Yimo.
She could let anyone else in the world see her wound but couldn't bear to let the man she loved see her ugly side.
Little did she know, the person who cares the least about your scars is the one who loves you.
