Reunited, the two best friends prepared to talk all night.
Ling could no longer sleep with Mei Wanying, so she was settled into her own little bed.
Mei Wanying and Xue Xingyao slept on the carved canopy bed.
If not for the soundly sleeping little baby, the scene felt just like it had when they were young girls.
Xue Xingyao showed Mei Wanying the injury on her back.
On her back, which had once been as smooth as jade, there was now a large patch of pitted scars.
Even after using the finest scar removal cream, a noticeable mark remained.
Mei Wanying knew the situation had been perilous and that Xue Xingyao had been injured, but she had never expected it to be this severe.
Tears fell from her eyes after all.
This was her best friend; how could she not feel heartbroken?
"Is it hideous? Did I scare you?" Xue Xingyao asked, her tone somewhat bitter.
Mei Wanying shook her head. A scar was a scar. It was a mark of suffering, not something to be described as beautiful or ugly.
