Pei Jingchuan immediately noticed something different about her, he walked over and sat beside her.
He asked in a gentle voice, "What's wrong, Yuzhu? Is something on your mind?"
His voice was full of concern, and his gaze tenderly watched over her, as if he wanted to penetrate her soul and reach the secrets at the bottom of her heart.
Jiang Yuzhu's fingers gently ran over her abdomen, where under the skin lay a small scar, a reminder of the cesarean section.
In the quiet of the night, a complex emotion flickered in her eyes, as though the scar was not just a mark on the body but a shadow in the depths of her soul.
"Jingchuan, look," Jiang Yuzhu's voice was low, with a barely perceptible tremble, "here... this scar, it makes me feel so... ugly."
Pei Jingchuan's gaze softened immediately, he reached out his hand, gently covering hers.
It was exactly where the scar lay, his motion filled with deep love.