When she had a conflict with Wei Zifan and was homeless, it was Han Yang who took her in, Song Qi's fans splashed paint on her door, and even smashed her car, Fan Yao never heard a word of complaint.

It seems that all of Hanyang's suffering comes from himself.

"Yangyang, can you let me look at you? at least let me know, where are you hurt?" Fan Yao's tone was a little anxious, but she could only stand beside the bed at a loss.

Han Yang shrunk into the quilt and her tears didn't stop, how could Fan Yao come over? Didn't Wei Zifan say that he wouldn't tell her?

From the time she woke up to the present, her tears were about to drain, and she couldn't accept herself in the mirror for the first time.

The hideous, ugly scar spread like a centipede from her cheekbones to a short distance from her jaw.

It would be disgusting for her to look at herself, let alone others......

After being stuffy in the quilt for too long, Han Yang was gradually a little breathless, and she quietly loosened the corner of the quilt next to her, revealing a small gap so that the oxygen from the outside could come in.

Hmmm-

The quilt was lifted by Fan Yao, and Han Yang instantly let out a terrifying and piercing scream.

Fan Yao looked at the person in front of him in disbelief, is this still the sunny and unafraid Han Yang?

The person on the bed kept retreating, and because his left hand was broken, he only used his right hand to cover his left face tightly, and the look of horror in his eyes became more and more intense.

"Don't look at me, don't look at me!" Han Yang yelled as if he had lost his mind.

Fan Yao saw that she had no way to retreat, and she was about to fall to the ground in the future, so she stretched out her hand to pull her back.

But as soon as she stretched out her hand, she was repelled by Han Yang, but seeing that she had retreated to the side of the bed, Fan Yao couldn't take care of it anymore, and directly forcibly pulled her back.

Han Yang suddenly pushed Fan Yao away like an electric shock, only to see Fan Yao take several steps back like a kite with a broken string, and coupled with inertia, he fell directly to the ground, and his head hit the wall next to him.

A feeling of dizziness hit, and countless stars began to appear in front of Fan Yao's eyes.

"Are you alright......, Yaoyao? I didn't mean to...... I don't know what's wrong with me. Han Yang walked over and picked up Fan Yao with his intact right hand.

Fan Yao's footsteps were floating, she could only hold Han Yang's hand tightly to balance, and she didn't let go of Han Yang's hand after recovering.

There are a pair of bloodshot eyes, and the eyelids are swollen as if they have just been bitten by mosquitoes.

"Foreign ...... Yang Yang ......" Fan Yao shouted stumblingly, she couldn't believe that after a few days, Han Yang could actually be haggard like this.

"Why are you here?" Han Yang immediately turned around and turned her back to Fan Yao, she didn't want Fan Yao to blame herself after seeing her ghost appearance.

"I just want to see where you're hurt, isn't it serious? But you haven't talked to me. Fan Yao lowered her head slowly, and the dizziness just now had not yet dissipated.

"I don't have anything to do, you can go back quickly. After Han Yang finished speaking, she walked towards the hospital bed, and she curled herself up again and covered herself in the quilt.

Just when the quilt was about to be put on again, Fan Yao hurriedly went over and grabbed her, "Yangyang, if there are any difficulties, we can get through them together, can you ignore me......"

Han Yang's tears suddenly burst into tears, but he still tried his best to control himself and not let his voice tremble, "Yaoyao...... Don't get me wrong, I'm just a little tired and want to sleep for a while. ”

"You've been covering your face, can't I see?"

Fan Yao seemed to have realized what was going on, but she still had a bit of a fluke, in case it wasn't what she thought.

"Yangyang, if you don't show me today, I will definitely not leave, I will just stand here like this. ”

"You've seen it, I'm awake, I have a lot of arms and legs, what else do you want?" Han Yang finally couldn't control it, put his face under the quilt and cried loudly.

Fan Yao easily hugged her from behind, and after feeling her violently trembling shoulders, she silently shed a tear.

The two of them cried for a long time in such a strange position......

Finally, Han Yang's voice gradually weakened, and his shoulders stopped shaking.

"Do you really want to see it?" a faint voice rang out.

Fan Yao was overjoyed and nodded hurriedly, regardless of whether the person in the quilt could see it.

"It really depends on what we have to do together," Fan Yao's tone was firm, and the hand holding Han Yang kept tightening.

Han Yang seemed to have made some serious decision, slowly turned around, and as her hand slowly moved down, all the scars on her face were exposed.

"This ......" Fan Yao was speechless for a while, not only surprised, but also distressed.

"It's ugly, isn't it? I think so. Han Yang blocked the left side of his face again.

"It's not ugly, it's not ugly at all, we're the best looking. Fan Yao's voice was already trembling.

"Don't comfort me anymore, these days...... I've lost count of how many mirrors I've broken. Han Yang's eyes were full of despair, and there was no trace of agility in his eyes.

"You can rest assured, Wei Zifan must have a way to ensure that your face will not leave a little scar. ”

Through the dim light in the room, Han Yang finally glanced up at Fan Yao, it turned out that there were still people who cared about her, which made her feel a little relieved psychologically.

He ...... Is there really a way?" Han Yang's tone was full of antiquity.

Fan Yao nodded heavily, not knowing whether to comfort herself or the poor man on the bed, "Definitely, and the wound on your face is not deep, it will definitely be cured." ”

"Yaoyao, thank you. ”

Fan Yao's nose was sour, and she barely controlled her tears from flowing.

She quickly wiped the tears from Han Yang's face, and then covered her already red eyes with the action of turning around and pulling the curtains, "It's me who should thank you......"

The sudden bright light made Han Yang a little uncomfortable, she reflexively stretched out her hand to block it, and then laughed at herself: "I've been day and night for the past few days." ”

Fan Yao's hand pulling the curtain paused, and then pretended to return to nature, she slowly walked to the side of the bed and grabbed Han Yang's hand.

"Don't cry anymore, what if the tears flow to the wound and become infected? You put your heart in your stomach, with Wei Zifan here, he can definitely cure you." ”

Han Yang showed a smile that he hadn't seen for a long time, and shook Fan Yao's hand hard, "Okay, I believe in you." ”

Fan Yao gently rubbed Han Yang's head, and suddenly felt that she had suffered a lot in the past few days, and her originally somewhat round chin was already skeletal.

"You must not have eaten well these days. ”

Han Yang sighed softly, "Where can I still eat like this......"