"Lingling, get up, let's go home!" Xiang Yimo gently patted Zhong Lingling's body.
All day long, Zhong Lingling had been hiding under the covers, only sitting up to eat a little during meals, and she would chase everyone out of the hospital room, including Xiang Yimo, before she'd be willing to eat. If not for the baby, she would not want to eat at all.
Seeing the person under the covers trembling, Xiang Yimo felt heartbroken.
He reached out to lift Zhong Lingling's blanket.
But Zhong Lingling clung tightly to the corner of the blanket, refusing to let Xiang Yimo uncover her. "The doctor said my face can't recover, I'll never have the face to see anyone anymore!"
Her husband was so perfect, and she, being so ugly now, felt she was no longer worthy of Xiang Yimo.
The person she least wanted to see right now was Xiang Yimo; she didn't want him to see her so ugly!
