Normally they only saw her with a veil or a human-skin mask on; they'd never actually seen her real wounds.
What kind of face was this, really? It was downright terrifying—half the flesh was gone, the bones were clearly exposed. That Mu Huarong was really vicious enough.
"Strange, with Cousin-sister-in-law's face like this, how come it doesn't sink in when she wears a mask?" Qi Yunqiao had learned quite a bit from her father; asking this now was definitely not out of contempt, but from a physician's perspective.
"There's filling under the mask." Baili Han said, "In this situation, you shouldn't wear a mask anymore. With the mask pressing on the flesh, how is it supposed to grow back?"
"Then in your opinion, can Hua'en's injury be cured?" This was what Ye Haoyang cared about the most.
Baili Han slanted a glance at Mu Huaen and snorted. "You're lucky you married Yangyang, otherwise you'd have to spend your whole life with this face."
