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It had to be said that the story of the ancient people's loss was very accurate. Bai Mei had been injured by Yang Fan, but she had drunk his Spatial Spirit Spring Water. The pros and cons of this was something she was willing to do, no matter who it was.

Of course, that was only if Yang Fan was willing to do so. If, when Bai Mei saw Yang Fan, she didn't ask him to run away on his own, but rather complained that Yang Fan had implicated her, caused her to leave, or even stopped the enemy, letting him escape, Yang Fan wouldn't have wasted his precious Spatial Springs to treat her wounds. Even if it was because of Yang Fan's injury to Bai Mei, he wouldn't have been able to.

After drinking the Space Springs, Bai Mei suddenly felt much better, especially the wound on her face. It was burning just a moment ago, but after being washed by Yang Fan, she quickly felt refreshed, as if she had been soaked in cold oil.

Bai Mei had been kidnapped and scared to death, and her spirit was exhausted to the extreme. She had just barely managed to keep her consciousness, but now that she relaxed, her eyelids felt heavy and she fell into a deep sleep.

When Bai Mei woke up again, she found herself in the hospital. Beside her, Yang Fan was playing a game of mobile phone leisurely. The jingling music of the game was so pleasing to her ears. It was great that she was still alive!

Bai Mei slowly lifted her hand and touched her face, her face was covered with a layer of gauze, she couldn't feel anything, she probably wouldn't be able to see anything if she looked at herself in the mirror. Bai Mei simply turned her head slightly and looked at Yang Fan who was playing with his phone with all of her concentration.

"What are you looking at, woman? Is there something on my face?" Yang Fan didn't even raise his head. He actually knew that Bai Mei was looking at him.

"There are no flowers on your face, but my face has been scratched." Bai Mei laughed at herself. Her smile was filled with endless grief.

"It's fine, it's just a disfigurement. If I say it, people can't be too beautiful, there are many beautiful women, what do you think? "If it's ruined, then so be it. If it really isn't, then just let it be with me in the future. I don't mind if you're ugly." Yang Fan casually said as if he was joking, but at the same time, he was also very serious. It was more like he was talking about buying a piece of rubber or a pencil.

Bai Mei started crying again. Tonight, her tears flowed even more than they flowed in the previous year, "Yang Fan, don't be happy with me. When you didn't make a bad impression, you even thought of me as a broken flower, and now your face has been cut, wouldn't it be weird if you didn't hate me even more?"

"Huh?" Yang Fan was sweating profusely. "I swear to god, when have I ever felt that you were a broken flower that was defeated? You touched your chest and said those words out of conscience, when did I ever say such words?"

You didn't say it, but you showed it. When we were having tea at night, why did you ignore me? Don't think that I don't know.

Bai Mei's tone was very gentle, just like a whisper from a lover. To Yang Fan, it sounded like thunder from the ninth heaven. It seemed like being too smart wasn't any good, as he couldn't handle it!

In his heart, he continuously praised Bai Mei's intelligence, but Yang Fan could not admit it. Men had to be responsible, and refused to admit it: "Nonsense, women love to think about random things, but they obviously don't have that kind of meaning. As long as you think about it, you can figure out a hundred different meanings, and the ancients always say that women are virtuous and virtuous, knowing too much, sometimes it might not even be a good thing."

"Hehe, it doesn't matter if you don't want to admit it. I'm already disfigured, so even if I have a clean body, you won't be able to see it." Bai Mei was still a woman after all. No matter how strong her heart was, it would take her a while to escape from the sadness of being disfigured. Her mood turned heavier and heavier, and she couldn't help but burst into tears once again.

Bai Mei was sure that she had been disfigured. Her tone was full of frustration. The normally tough shell had crumbled and she had acted like a little woman in front of Yang Fan, showing off her weak side.

Bai Mei felt that she was especially relaxed in front of Yang Fan. She didn't need to put on any mask, nor did she need to worry about Yang Fan using any schemes against her, nor did she need to worry that Yang Fan would bully a weak girl like her. She clearly remembered that day, she didn't even want to give Yang Fan any shares.

What are you crying for, if you were to be seen by the people from your Crystal Palace, wouldn't that be a joke? Don't cry, if you don't cry, you might have a better face. If you continue to cry like this, you should at least grow old.

Yang Fan didn't seem to care about Bai Mei's disfigurement at all. Not only did he not avoid the topic of looks when talking to her, he even frequently teased her about her looks. This made Bai Mei sad and relieved that her face was no longer the same as before.

"Hehe, Yang Fan, don't joke with me anymore, or else I'll take it seriously. Since my face is ruined, I'll have to trouble you in the future. When that time comes, don't forget to be responsible for me, okay?"

Bai Mei had a smile on her face, but her heart felt extremely uncomfortable. Right now, there was no longer a need to explain to Yang Fan the innocence of her body.

Yang Fan was truly despicable. He understood clearly in his heart that Bai Mei's wounds would definitely not leave any scars after being cleansed by the Spatial Springs. Yet, he still didn't say anything, wanting to make her feel uncomfortable so that she wouldn't teach the little widow a lesson.

Yang Fan was still holding a grudge. Even now, he still remembered the ugly things that Bai Mei had done to him.

"Yang Fan, since you have nothing better to do, how about I tell you a story?" Bai Mei held herself back and finally couldn't hold it in anymore. She was prepared to say the words that were buried deep in her heart. Firstly, she wanted to vent the frustration in her heart, and secondly, she wanted to bid farewell to her beautiful past.

"Go ahead, I'm listening. It's not good." Yang Fan didn't even raise his head as he continued playing with his phone, as if his phone was more interesting than the beauty that was lying on the bed. Even though Bai Mei's face was ruined, just her curvaceous body was still considered a top beauty.

Bai Mei didn't seem to care at all about Yang Fan's lack of importance. After all, what she wanted wasn't Yang Fan's importance, but rather a kind of explanation. Everyone had the desire to confide in each other, but there were some people who couldn't find a good listener to listen to.

Thus, in the soft voice of the white plum, a beautiful and sad story slowly recounted.