"Don't cry, don't cry, take your time to talk."
Song Yinyin gently patted her hand, comforting her, "I'm here, just tell me what's on your mind."
Ning Wan cried for a while, probably tired, and finally stopped sobbing.
She wiped away her tears, sniffled, and looked up at Song Yinyin:
"Auntie, they say I have scarred skin; my foot will have ugly scars... I'm scared, scared that I can never wear pretty dresses again... Auntie, what should I do? I've never even been in a relationship, sob sob..."
Song Yinyin wasn't someone who was good at comforting, but seeing Ning Wan like this, her heart couldn't bear it.
"Don't lose hope. Medicine is so advanced now, you can have corrective scar surgery. But if you give up treatment now, then your leg might end up disabled."
Midway through her words, she paused, then said solemnly:
"Compared to not being able to walk normally, what's so scary about just having a scar, don't you think? You don't want to be disabled for life, do you?"
"I..."
