After Qiao Mo sat down, her gaze fell on Qiao Yun's face. Her expression was somewhat listless, and upon seeing her, she gave a low greeting, "Sister."
The word 'sister' left Qiao Mo stunned once again. For several minutes, she couldn't process it.
Didn't she dislike her a lot?
She never expected to hear the word 'sister' come out of Qiao Yun's mouth.
"How... how is your recovery going?" Qiao Mo asked warmly, looking at the large burn scars still remaining on her neck, feeling a pang of sorrow.
Thinking about it, for any girl to encounter something like this at a tender age, it must be hard to bear.
Besides, weren't these burns because of her...
"It's much better now, but... in this lifetime, it probably won't ever recover to be like yours." Qiao Yun said somewhat gloomily, lowering her eyes, looking pitiful.
Qiao Mo felt a sourness in her heart, but didn't know how to speak.
She had previously asked Fu Nancheng about Qiao Yun's burns.
