Chou'Er hung her head, tangled locks of hair falling to completely cover her face.
Her hand, covered in scars and caked with blood, clutched tightly at her sleeve. After speaking, she didn't even dare to look up.
In her current state, if she were to appear anywhere on the street, even beggars would keep their distance in disgust.
To say nothing of the filth and caked blood covering her body, the nauseating stench alone would make everyone steer clear.
"You're not dirty. You just need to wash your face."
Jiang Lan knew of her experiences and understood her past, so he felt no disgust.
If not for her circumstances, who wouldn't want to be clean and beautiful? Especially a young woman like her.
So his voice was casual, not feigning tenderness. He simply walked over and crouched down slightly so he could see the eyes hidden behind her tangled hair. Her eyelashes were long, fluttering softly.
