"Wan Qi, what's wrong?"
Zhang Tianming hurried forward and held Zhu Wanqi by the shoulders, asking patiently.
Hearing Zhang Tianming's voice only made Zhu Wanqi break down further. She covered her face, refusing to let him see.
"Leave me alone! Get out! Just get out!"
Zhang Tianming didn't leave. Instead, he gently but firmly turned Zhu Wanqi to face him, his voice laced with concern.
"Wan Qi, please don't be like this. I'll find someone to take a look at your face. Trust me, this is only temporary."
Zhu Wanqi broke down, sobbing.
Her face was redder than Guan Gong's, covered in a mass of pitted, red bumps. Forget Zhang Tianming—even she couldn't help but have nightmares when she saw her own reflection at night.
She'd lost count of how many times she'd woken up in terror.
When she got up at night and saw herself in the mirror, she looked more horrifying than a ghost.
Zhu Wanqi simply couldn't accept what she had become.
