"Why, Keiichiro, I don't care what you become, as long as you're by my side......" Fukui-sensei was very excited, thinking that her husband was worried that she would dislike him the way he was, and hugged him excitedly.

"Nami ......" Keiichiro Fukui seemed to have something to say, but before he could say anything, Li Xuehao on the side had already said, "Mr. Keiichiro, Mr. Fukui has been waiting for you for many years, can you bear to let her continue to wait?"

Yuko Sawai, who was holding his arm, also helped: "Yes, yes, Fukui-sensei is so pitiful, I saw her crying last time." ”

Perhaps it was the persuasion of the two that had an effect, and Keiichiro Fukui had a flash of pain in his eyes and nodded slowly.

Feeling the softening of her husband's attitude, Fukui-sensei was no longer so excited, but still grabbed one of her husband's arms, for fear that he would run away suddenly, and at the same time did not forget to thank the boy who took her to find her husband: "Thank you, Manaka-kun, thank you!"

"You're welcome. Li Xuehao said modestly, Fukui Keiichiro's hesitation and pain did not escape his eyes, he realized that he had guessed that Fukui Keiichiro did not dare to recognize Fukui Sensei because his current ugly appearance may not be the whole reason, maybe he has other unspeakable secrets, and it is more likely to be related to the origin of the terrifying scar on his body.

Since he has been a good person, then he is a good person to the end, Li Xuehao is ready to completely solve the trouble on Keichiro Fukui, and it can be seen from Keiichiro Fukui's attitude towards the little stray cat just now that this is a kind person, at least a kind person should not suffer.

......

Back at Fukui's house, after the initial excitement and surprise, Fukui-sensei calmed down and arranged her husband and three guests in the living room.

Because the tea on the coffee table was already cold, she changed a few cups of hot tea, and she cared for her husband even more, shushing the cold and asking for warmth.

In fact, at this time, Li Xuehao, Yuko Sawai, and Tamako Aoyama should be about to leave, after all, the next time may be the private conversation between the husband and wife.

But they were cheeky to stay, and Mr. Fukui, who was grateful, would never drive them away, and even entertained them more enthusiastically.

Perhaps it was this enthusiasm that made Yuko Sawai lose her previous restraints, and she dared to reach out and eat the snacks on the plate, and Tamako Aoyama did the same, and the two little girls finally ate the pastry that they had just swallowed their saliva on.

"Ahem. Li Xuehao pretended not to see the shameful behavior of this pair of snack goods, he looked at Keiichiro Fukui, whose face looked even more hideous under the illumination of the light, "Mr. Fukui, you can tell me, how did you cause it... Is that so?" he said, gesturing to the other's body and face.

Such abrupt and rude words made Keiichiro Fukui's eyes stunned, and then he shook his head: "It's all over......" His voice was still hoarse and ugly, and he didn't seem to want to mention more about his previous painful experience.

Mr. Fukui also wanted to know the reason, but her husband was reluctant to say more, and she didn't want to ask after her.

Li Xuehao knew that Keiichiro Fukui, who had had a terrible experience, would not say it easily, even in front of his wife, he said lightly: "Actually, you still have scars on your face, I have a way to help you get rid of them." ”

"What?" Keiichiro Fukui was stunned again, as if he wondered if he had misheard something.

But Fukui-sensei became excited: "Is it true? Manaka-kun? Is this true?" After seeing his previous "divination", she did find her husband, and she now trusts what he says very much.

"Yes. Li Xuehao nodded, but then changed the conversation, "However, you must first know how Mr. Fukui was injured." ”

Keiichiro Fukui didn't seem to have much interest in erasing the scars on his body, or he didn't believe that anyone could do such a thing, and he was silent and didn't speak.

Fukui-sensei was in a hurry, she really wanted her husband to return to his original state: "Keiichiro, I also want to know what you have been through, can you tell me?"

"......" Keiichiro Fukui's face twitched, and in the face of his wife's tenderness, his gaze finally relaxed, "Are you sure you want to know?"

"And your voice......" The hoarse and ugly voice made Fukui-sensei's eyes red again, and this voice was completely different from her previous husband.

Keiichiro Fukui said in a deep voice, "I'm used to it, when a person screams so much that his throat bursts, the voice will be the same as mine." ”

Li Xuehao's eyes condensed slightly, indeed, if he screamed to the extreme, he would hurt his throat, but the extreme was definitely not so easy to achieve, so what kind of pain did he experience to have the extent of breaking his throat.

Fukui-sensei's eyes turned even redder, and she thought about how terrifying and painful it was to make her husband cut his throat.

"My body is burned. Keiichiro Fukui pointed to his exposed skin, his eyes revealing a palpitating horror, "Maybe there are traces of whipping......

"Keiichiro......" Mr. Fukui covered his mouth, his eyes already filled with tears.

Keiichiro Fukui shook his head and signaled that she didn't need to be too sad: "When I came home from work that day, I was knocked unconscious from behind on the way, and when I woke up, I found myself lying on the operating table. ”

"They were all wearing masks, men and women, and they said they would let me go as long as I cooperated with them in the operation. ”

"They put a lot of stuff on me and I felt so much pain that it was like being burned by fire......"

"I screamed desperately, begging them to let me go, but they didn't do that...... Then I fainted. ”

"When I woke up again, I was still on the operating table, and although I wasn't dead, I was almost dead......

"Then one day, maybe a few months later, when my injuries were healed, they released me......"

"I've become like this, and I don't dare to go to you at all, because I'm afraid that they are still spying on me and will hurt you, Nami......"

Mr. Fukui had already burst into tears, and although he knew that his husband must have experienced something very painful, when he really heard it with his own ears, he felt that his heart had been cut open by a knife.

"Who are they, do you know?" Li Xuehao on the side asked, but he also knew that he would not get any useful answers, the other party could let him go, and it must be sure that he could not know who they were, and he could not find them, otherwise killing people was the only way not to expose himself.

However, Keiichiro Fukui's answer was unexpected: "I know, I know who one of them is!" Although his voice was hoarse and ugly, there was an unforgettable hatred.