The shabby room reflected Qin Qin's image in the mirror, her face scarred like fire burns, grotesque and frightening. The next day, her originally tender skin began to age and wrinkle, appearing old and ugly. Her once clear and beautiful voice also became hoarse and harsh to the ear.
Jing Zhimei had achieved her goal; the current Qin Qin had become unrecognizable to everyone. Even ordinary people would avoid her at all costs, and she was likely to be shunned by everyone.
Lin Tianya pushed the door open and entered the room. Seeing Qin Qin on the bed, she truly admired her. A regular person would surely collapse in this situation, and might even contemplate death.
But Qin Qin had been remarkably calm from the beginning until now, not crying out in agony like most people would.
Lin Tianya set down lunch in front of Qin Qin, "Eat up, you might not be hungry, but you can't let the child go without food."
