Xu Qingqiu lay weakly in the hospital bed, trying hard to appear at ease, but for some reason, she started crying as she spoke.
"Chu Tian... do I look very ugly right now?"
"Can you show me a mirror? Have I been disfigured?"
Chu Tian looked at her, speechless, not knowing what on earth she was thinking.
"How could that be? You hit your head, not your face. How could that disfigure you?"
"Really? But why does my face hurt so much? And look, it's even bandaged right here."
Xu Qingqiu pouted, her eyes trying desperately to look up at her own head as she tugged at a loose thread from the gauze, a look of certainty on her face.
"Miss, that's a bandage for the back of your head. Your face hurts because it's swollen from the fall."
"Swollen? WAHHH, doesn't that make me even uglier?!"
Seriously, Miss? You're injured; why are you so obsessed with your looks? What kind of thought process is this?
