"Xuanyu, if you don't let me see your condition, how am I supposed to treat you?" Zhong Lingling said softly, and taking advantage of Luo Xuanyu's unguarded moment, she suddenly flung off his blanket.
In the winter, Luo Xuanyu was wearing a long robe, trousers, and socks, wrapped up tightly. Zhong Lingling's gaze fell on Luo Xuanyu's hands and the jaw beneath the golden mask!
His hands appeared as if badly scalded by boiling water, severely peeling, with the skin on the back of his hands pitted and uneven. It wasn't peeling off in large patches, but rather flaking off in pieces, and so was the skin on Luo Xuanyu's chin, it was utterly distressing to look at.
The moment the blanket was pulled away by Zhong Lingling, Luo Xuanyu clenched his eyes shut, trembling all over, not daring to meet Zhong Lingling's eyes at all!
He could let anyone see him in this ghastly state, but he did not wish, did not want his sister Zhong Lingling to see.