At this point, Chen Yunyun couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
Even though she knew those who looked at her didn't do it intentionally, she often reminded herself not to care about others' gazes.
But as a woman in her thirties, how could she possibly not care about these things?
Moreover, Chen Yunyun was not unattractive; her skin was a bit dark, but her appearance was fine. Apart from vitiligo, her skin was actually quite healthy. Although she wasn't particularly beautiful, she definitely wasn't ugly, the kind of woman who grows on you.
But now, with these white spots on her face, it's understandable how much it troubles her.
Lu Xuan could understand; in such situations, it's hard for anyone, woman or man, to remain indifferent.
No one doesn't love beauty.
As Chen Yunyun said, the ones on the arms can be covered with clothing, but how can you cover them on the face?
Seeing Lu Xuan remain silent, Chen Yunyun asked, "Dr. Lu, can my condition be cured with Chinese medicine?"
