After sending the Gu family father and daughter away, Wu Shengnan, her mood somewhat low, took Du Heng's hand and asked, "Husband, can you handle it?"
Du Heng smiled gently and answered evasively, "She doesn't get along with you. Now that she's like this, do you really feel sorry for her?"
Wu Shengnan glared at Du Heng and lightly punched his arm. "Although Gu likes to annoy me, to me, it's just harmless childishness. Now that she has become like this, if she can't be cured, her life will be ruined. She has decades ahead of her. How can a girl in her early twenties live like this? I'm not a cold-blooded butcher. Seeing her in this state, how could I not feel sorry for her?"
Du Heng sighed and said calmly, "If it can't be treated, her life might be a bit short; she won't have decades of pain."
Wu Shengnan was stunned upon hearing this. After a long moment, she asked Du Heng naively, "What do you mean, Husband? Are you saying that after a long time, her face will heal on its own?"
