Wen Shan went to her room and closed the door. She leaned against the door and slowly lifted her sleeve up. From five centimeters away from her wrist, she could see a dark and wrinkled skin.
Wen Shan suddenly put down her sleeve and leaned against the door, gasping for air.
This was only the edge. The most frightening thing for her right now was to see her arm, which was covered with disgusting burn wounds.
Other than the open wounds, there was also a dark color that she could not accept.
Wen Shan's left hand held tightly onto the shoulder of her right hand, and she closed her eyes to take a deep breath. Even without the doctor's explanation, she knew that the scars caused by the sky fire could never be removed.
Wen Shan stood at the door for a while before slowly returning to the bed. She lay down on the bed and covered her face with the blanket.
It was as if she could hide herself like this and not let anyone discover her self-deception.
