A faint hope, one she could scarcely believe in herself, quietly sent up a new shoot amid the charred ruins of her despair.
She raised her head.
Her bloodshot right eye fixed on Chen Lin's face. Her voice trembled violently with overwhelming emotion, carrying a trace of pleading she did not even notice.
"Can it really... be healed?"
"The wounds on my face are very deep, and my left eye seems... seems unable to see anything..."
By the end, she could no longer keep the tears out of her voice.
Looking at the woman before him, stripped of all pride and pretense, exposing her boundless vulnerability, Chen Lin sighed inwardly.
The hint of amusement on his face had long since faded.
In its place was a calm assurance that could convince anyone.
"Don't worry."
He looked into her eye, his voice clear and firm as he spoke each word deliberately.
"Two months."
"I promise I'll restore you to the way you were."
The way she was!
Those words were like a thunderbolt splitting an endless night, instantly lighting up her entire darkened world!
Qin Churan was utterly stunned.
She stared blankly at Chen Lin, at his deep, candid eyes. His powerful confidence, as though everything lay within his control, stopped every further doubt in her throat.
Overwhelming joy and hope, mingled with intense guilt, swept through her heart like a tsunami.
She had repeatedly made trouble for him, doubted him, and even tried to arrest him.
Yet he had not only helped her solve that staggering case; now, in her darkest moment, he had given her a chance at a new life.
"Chen Lin..."
She lowered her head, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible, filled with remorse and shame.
"I'm sorry. I used to... think far too highly