When all the bandages fell off, Yin Zhixi's eyelashes trembled slightly, his hands involuntarily shrank, and every cell and every inch of skin in his body was trembling faintly. The doctor standing behind her didn't speak, his eyes full of worry, while the middle-aged woman next to him looked at her nervously with her hands clasped.

After a long while, Yin Zhixi slowly opened her eyes, and what greeted her was a face she had never seen before, a full forehead, beautiful eyebrows and eyes, a pretty nose, and petal-like lips with a faint red, white to almost transparent skin, the kind of pale that has not seen light all year round, and a delicate body, which made this face a little more pitiful.

A harmless and non-aggressive face, very quiet, like a quiet forest. Even if she didn't have a trace of hair at this time, she couldn't hide this beauty.

The person in the mirror was trying to touch her face in disbelief, but as if she was afraid of something, she quickly shrank back after touching it, and after repeating this several times, she felt relieved to touch her face, soft and tender, delicate and smooth, no longer as pitted as in her memory, covered with burn scars.

"This ...... Is it really my face? Yin Zhixi's eyes were slightly damp as she stared in the mirror, which was filled with incredible joy, and then, she laughed and replied to herself, "It's really my face." Right. "No burns, no scars, a clean face, a face she's always dreamed of, a pretty face...... That's her face.

The doctor in a big white coat standing behind her looked at her moist eyes, and a faint smile appeared on his originally somewhat indifferent face, "I just helped you remove those scars." This would have been your face. ”

The middle-aged woman on the other side covered her mouth and cried with joy, "Great, Xixi." You're fine. It's still the same as before, it's okay, it's okay. It was because she was so excited that the doctor immediately put his arm around her shoulders and comforted her softly, "Yes." Zhixi is fine, and she will be fine in the future. Our acquaintances will be fine in the future, don't worry, don't worry. ”

In his reassurance, the middle-aged woman calmed down little by little.

Zhixi quietly watched their movements, and his fingers gently touched his smooth skin, yes~ It's okay. She's recovered, and she's still alive, isn't she? It doesn't feel better than it does now, does it?

It's never been better. She likes herself like this, beautiful, no longer ugly, no longer unbearable, and she doesn't need to see the disdainful eyes of others anymore, and she doesn't need to see it again in the future. As for these small scars on the body, they will always be removed.

Now she is Yin Zhixi, isn't she~ Yin Zhixi who crawled out of the sea of fire, Yin Zhixi who was saved from hell, beautiful Yin Zhixi...... The reborn Yin Zhixi.

"I can't be discharged from the hospital in the short term, and I need to be observed. Your body is already very weak, so don't run out of the hospital casually~" The calm middle-aged woman told her, her eyes were very loving, as if she was the most precious treasure in the world. It's just that the man standing behind her flashed a trace of pain in his eyes when he saw her expression.

Holding the other party's hand, he smiled knowingly, "I know." I'll be obedient. The girl's voice was a little nasal, and there was a kind of unconscious coquettishness, and this tone made the middle-aged woman's eyes full of satisfaction.

After a few more words, before she had put on her hat, the middle-aged woman had to leave to make soup after repeated reminders from the doctor.

After watching her walk away from the window, the doctor's eyes sank for a moment, and then he looked at the girl who was still smiling in a wheelchair. The girl in front of her is beautiful, slender, and weak, with a wide hospital gown and a wheelchair, which magnifies the beauty of the sickly and frail. Her eyes were as clear as a mountain stream.

However, after experiencing disfigurement, being framed by the people closest to him, and even almost dying in the fire, such a child, no matter how innocent he is, will be wiped out little by little.

Looking at the doctor's slightly dazed eyes, Zhixi knew what he was thinking, so he gradually retracted his smile, turned the wheelchair lightly and softly, turned to the desk, opened the laptop, and typed in a name.

- Park Sun-yeon.

The doctor's eyes flickered a few times, but instead of stopping her movements, he walked behind her and looked at the open web page.

'Comparison of plagiarism evidence of genius writer Park Sun-yeon'' 'The reason why mysterious writers never show up is only because of their hideous faces, for fear of scaring readers. Park Sun-young's only mistake was to have a sister named Park Sun-yeon who she was ashamed of. ''The shocking revelation that Park Sun-yeon actually changed her age. In order to avoid exposure, he threatened Park Sun-young. ''The so-called genius is all made up of plagiarism. ''Mysterious writer Park Sun-yeon died in fear of sin**. At Park Sun-yeon's funeral, Park Sun-young cried so much that she fainted. Park Sun-young is willing to take responsibility for her sister's faults. Park Sun-young's eyes were red when she mentioned her sister, and she begged everyone to forgive Park Sun-yeon, after all, the dead are the greatest. ’

One report after another has been lined up from the recent beginning to half a year ago, and most of the reports are praising Park Sun-young, strong, responsible, hard-working, serious, etc., these good-looking words are all piled up on her, and what is put on Park Sun-yeon is: shameless, plagiarism, and disfigurement.

Even if a person has been 'dead' for more than half a year, he has already been buried in the ground.

When he saw the name Park Sun-young, Ji-hee seemed to see something very interesting and laughed softly. The doctor beside her gave her a look of disapproval, and rested his palm on her shoulder.

"It's in the past."

"yes~ It's over." Zhixi curled the corners of his lips slightly, tilted his head, and smiled like an innocent child, "Speaking of which, I want to thank Sister Shanying, don't I?" If there is no Sister Shanying, it will be a blow to the heart...... I'm afraid I'm still the stupid Park Sun-yeon who is nothing. ”

If it weren't for Park Sun-yeon being brought back by Liu Hae-ri, who was greatly stimulated by the loss of her daughter, she would not have had the opportunity to receive treatment from the famous surgeon Yoon Jung-ha, and there would be no criminal's body as a substitute, so there would be no Yoon Ji-hee now, wouldn't there~

Only by being alive is it meaningful~

Yin Zhenghe sighed inwardly and stroked Zhixi's hair, like a loving father, and after a while, he quietly withdrew from the room. He didn't see the soft smile on the girl next to him, with her lowered cheeks.

Subsequently. She lifted her face, her fingers lightly touching her chest, and she could only feel her heartbeat alive; Her fingers slowly moved to her neck, and she could only feel the pulse when she was alive; Then she stretched out her hand, spread her five fingers, the slender fingers were not bloody, and the sunlight passed through the window, and the sunlight that fell on her palm seemed to pass through the skin, and it was a beautiful color.

To be alive is to be able to see and hear. The world is so beautiful, so beautiful that people will not want to leave~

As if thinking of something happy, Zhixi's bright eyes seemed to be filled with bright stars, and the smile floating on his lips was clear and shallow, just like the summer breeze echoing in the mountains, cool and refreshing.

This smile made the man in fashionable sunglasses standing in the corridor opposite stunned.