And such aftereffects were precisely what Zhao Haishuang could not accept.
Once she had reveled in beauty, but now, faced with this face, she felt its ugliness was breaking her heart.
She almost thought about ending it all.
"Haishuang, are you feeling unwell anywhere?"
At that moment, the door of the room was pushed open, and Cheng Guomin's voice came through.
It was the first time the two had spoken since their last cold war.
Cheng Guomin had probably heard about her illness and came by to check on what was going on.
He still cared about her deep down inside.
Thinking of this, Zhao Haishuang started crying again.
She thought, if he saw her like this, he would definitely stop loving her.
As usual, she wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, hiding her face entirely, turned her back to Cheng Guomin, and said softly, "It's nothing. I'll be fine after I get some sleep."
"Let me check. Are you running a fever?" Cheng Guomin said as he began stepping closer.
