"Husband, do you think I'm too ugly? If you regret it, I won't blame you."
Leng Chan'er held back her tears. After saying those words, it was as if she had set down a burden from her heart, yet her eyes were filled with despair before turning numb.
Hua Qiang snapped back to his senses. Seeing Leng Chan'er's expression, he could not help but feel a trace of pity.
How much suffering had this girl endured?
Hua Qiang sat down beside Leng Chan'er. Her body stiffened, and she began trembling uncontrollably.
She abruptly raised her head and looked at Hua Qiang in disbelief.
He was the first man to come this close to her. Even though her father treasured her and did not disdain her appearance, he had always kept a certain distance from her.
She could imagine that her father still harbored some resistance toward her. Deep down, he still regarded her as a monster.
"Husband, you..."
Hua Qiang cupped Zuo Chan'er's face and gently stroked the half of it that resembled an evil ghost. He said softly, "Since you know I am your husband, how dare you speak to me like this?
"Only this once. Let there be no next time!"
Leng Chan'er's tears could no longer be held back. Like the Yellow River bursting through its banks, they poured down her face.
"Husband, you truly don't mind me? My face is so ugly..."
"Mmm..."
Leng Chan'er wanted to say more, but Hua Qiang stopped her—naturally, with his lips.
Leng Chan'er felt as though five thunderbolts had struck her head. Her whole body went dizzy, then a current surged through every inch of her.
She had never experienced such a feeling before. She felt as if she were about to fly.
Only after a long while did Hua