Chapter 904 Disfigurement
Half angel, half Rakshasa.
The breath of death spread in the room.
The atmosphere is so weird and scary.
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Goddess Wanwan: Do you understand that spreading rumors will kill the whole family? Spreading rumors about a girl’s disfigurement, don’t these Sima media have anything else to report? You keep making some fake news all day long, your family doesn’t have enough enthusiasm to cremate your family members, right?
【right! ! Unless the goddess herself stands up and says it, I will never believe it! 】
[Fuck it, sisters, report it and go away, I'm going to be sick and vomited. 】
[To be honest, I’m a fan, so don’t criticize me (I’m right with you) Wanwan hasn’t appeared for several days. Do you still remember where they went to train before? As a result, I returned overnight that night. I absolutely didn’t believe that nothing happened during that period. 】
[The idiot upstairs, don’t forget that you have a golden face, don’t like Wanwan, Wanwan doesn’t deserve to be liked by nt. It rained heavily that day during the military training. If they didn't go back, could they stay where they were and soak in the rain? Moreover, it has been raining for at least a week. The military training has ended early, okay? 】
[SJW has so many fan dramas. If she was really okay, she would have come out to refute the rumors. If you don't speak now, something may have really happened. 】
[I have a netizen who is from Fengcheng Film Academy. I heard that Song Jingwan was not in the military training team that day and has not gone to class in the past few days. The specific truth depends on what the official says. 】
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"Yaoyao, have you read Weibo?"
"Huh? Which one?"
Song Yaoyao has been bored these past few days, watching everything from major national events to celebrity scandals. When Tang Xinrou asked, she didn't react at all.
"Song Jingwan!"
Tang Xinrou was speechless, rolled her eyes, and stuffed the cut apple into Song Yaoyao's mouth.
"Oh, her."
Leng Buding was fed, and Song Yaoyao's cheeks were bulging, like a hamster, and her mouth was slowly moving.
The previous paleness and morbidity seemed to be an illusion. She had a rosy complexion at home these days, but she had to rest because her ankle was sprained.
Seeing that she didn't take Song Jingwan's news to heart at all, Tang Xinrou pinched her face and said, "Aren't you curious whether her disfigurement is true or not?"
Song Yaoyao had quick eyes and quick hands. She caught the girl who was about to slip away and held her in her arms for stroking.
The face-saving person asked: "Then, is it true or false?"
"of course it's true!"
Tang Xinrou rubbed her hands and became excited.
"She was also unlucky. She was also on the mountain that night. She didn't know why she went up there." Tang Xinrou didn't think that Song Jingwan went to find Song Yaoyao. "Anyway, we originally went to find you. When we found you later, we hurriedly sent you off. Go to the hospital. I didn’t see it with my own eyes, but someone else told me later.”
It turned out that it might have been rainy that night and the road was slippery, and Song Jingwan didn’t bring a flashlight.
She fell down the mountain, and her face was scratched by a sharp stone. It is said that the bones were visible, and her face was ruined.
But everyone at the scene was filled with sighs when they talked about that scene.
Some even rubbed their arms in horror.
Describing it like a scene in a ghost movie, Song Jingwan lay limp on the ground and had been unconscious for a long time. Next to her ears, the water in the small puddles turned pink.
They were all stained red with blood.
The injury was not treated in time, and the rain washed away the infection, so the best time for suturing was missed.
In short, the doctor said that unless I undergo plastic surgery, the scars on my face will never be removed for the rest of my life.