"Even though the scar on your elder sister's face is deep, with the current advancements in plastic surgery, it's not impossible to heal it. I know an excellent plastic surgeon from Country H, and I can contact him to have a look at your sister."
"Yun Ya, thank you so much."
With tears of gratitude in her eyes, Meng Shujing felt overwhelmed with emotion.
Yan Jin looked at the person in the mirror, the ugly scar resembling a centipede crossing her entire face, looking as if a real centipede had clung to her face. No wonder the maid fled in terror.
Yan Jin gently touched the deep scar on her face, and a soft smile curved at the corners of her mouth.
"Jinjin, do you remember Du Ai?" Meng Shujing broached the subject to divert Yan Jin's attention.
Indeed, Yan Jin's thoughts were pulled away, and she frowned, asking, "Du Ai?"
Avoiding a painful topic for Jinjin, Meng Shujing sighed, "Forget it, let's not talk about him."
