Chapter 1055 She Is Back

"Take a look. How can you understand if you don't? You have come to this point. Don't you want to know that you have suffered those inhuman pains and suffered so much, and what did you get in the end?"

Yan Huan grabbed the mirror in her hand, and then slowly, she placed the mirror in front of herself, but she closed her eyes, breathing gently again and again, feeling the gas entering her lungs, and then the comfort after a week of circulation. It is the most instinctive breathing of human beings, and it is a person's most ordinary face.

Suddenly, it seems that she has some sudden enlightenment.

In fact, it doesn't matter whether it is good or not. She has come through with such a face. No matter what it looks like now, she thinks she can accept it. Of course, under the influence of Prosecutor Lu, she already knows what can be done and what can't be done.

She opened her eyes, and in the mirror, there was a thin and pitiful face, but it was very familiar. She looked like this in her two lives. How could she not know, how could she not be clear, how could she not recognize it.

She turned her left face, no injury, then turned to her right face, no injury either, there was no visible trace of surgery, it was as if she had never been injured, and had never left any scars.

And now she had even forgotten whether she had injured her left face or her right face.

"I'm fine," she put down the mirror, and suddenly tears filled her eyes.

"Well, fine," Lu Yi wiped her face, "Don't cry yet, you just got better, it's better not to see the water."

Yan Huan choked lightly, and then she held Lu Yi's big palm tightly. His palm was not dry, unlike his usual self. It turned out that under the calm appearance of Prosecutor Lu, he was actually worried and afraid.

And all his fears and worries in this life seemed to have started because he met a woman named Yan Huan.

This little trouble.

Qiao asked for many autographed photos of Yan Huan, and of course he had to take many group photos with Yan Huan. Although Yan Huan is now thin, and as thin as a ghost, this face is still quite recognizable.

Qiao knew that she was Yan Huan's at first, but he didn't believe it because it was really deformed. It was not until Yan Huan's face really improved that he believed it. It turned out that Yan Huan was the oriental actress he always liked. Oriental women always have a kind of implicit and mysterious beauty. Compared with the openness of Western women, they are more gentle and more smooth and silent. He thought that he had begun to like oriental women. If he married a wife in the future, he must find an oriental actress, preferably one who looks like Yan Huan. Of course, he only YYed a few times in his heart, but he knew that there could not be two people in the world who looked so similar, and he didn't like plastic faces.

Lu Yi took Yan Huan to this small foreign town for a few days. Yan Huan still wore a mask, and she might need to wear a mask for a long time. The new skin was very thin and tender, and could not withstand the wind or further injury. So her face was too fragile now, and it might take some time. However, the mask she wore this time was different from the one she wore before. In the past, it was to cover up the ugliness, to cover up the ugly face, and at the same time to close her heart, but now it is different.

Her state of mind has changed, and she has finally become more open-minded, and it has nothing to do with having no face.

In fact, she was still stubborn before.

The only person in the world who is least likely to dislike her beauty or ugliness is Lu Yi. The first thing Lu Yi thought of when he saw her face was not beauty or ugliness, but whether she was in pain?

"We're going home," Lu Yi pinned Yan Huan's short hair behind her ears, which was almost too short to cover the tip of her ears. Because of the surgery on her face, it was inconvenient to wash her hair, so she cut it directly at that time. Now it's a little longer, but she still looks like a tomboy. But it can't be helped. Yan Huan has a good face shape. Even with a bald head, she is still beautiful. Of course, with her skinny image, Yan Huan began to feel that she has the potential to be a nun.

Yan Huan nodded gently, but she was a little timid about being close to home. She was afraid.

She felt that she was not giving others joy, but shock, a terrifying shock.

A big hand was placed on her head and pressed gently, "Don't be afraid, they all hope you go back, and the children also miss you very much."

"Thank you," Lu Yi's sudden thank you made Yan Huan a little confused.

Thank her, thank her for what?

"Thank you for being alive," he put his hand on Yan Huan's face, and also blocked her eyes, because his expression at this time might not be good.

"Thank you for saving Xunxun who was almost kidnapped. Thank you for risking your life to save Xiaoguang."

"They..." Yan Huan's eyes suddenly felt sore, but she stopped crying. "They are my children."

"Now that you know they are your children, what did you do before?" Lu Yi narrowed his eyes, and there was a clear warning in his voice.

Yan Huan pulled her red lips. The style of the painting changed so quickly.

As expected, Prosecutor Lu could not be sentimental, and was not suitable for sentimentalism.

As for Yan Huan, she was smart not to refute the Great Prosecutor Lu, because her eloquence was not as good as that of the Prosecutor Lu, and she admitted her mistakes and accepted them.

When Yan Huan stood at the door of the Lu family again, she actually wanted to turn around and run away. She always thought she was very brave, but she was wrong. She was not as brave as she imagined. In fact, she was still very worried. She was close to the village and was also timid.

However, in the end, her feet were still outside, waiting for the door to open. She wanted to return to the original world, a world with home, relatives, and lovers.

So, no matter what happened, she needed to face it, be brave, and walk on this road of life with her own feet.

No one could help her with this, only she could help herself.

The door finally opened, and Ye Shuyun rushed out from inside. When she saw Yan Huan wearing a mask, she recognized her at once. These eyes were obviously Yan Huan's. The three children in the family looked most like their mother's eyes. How could she not recognize her?

"Huanhuan, you're back."

She choked for a long time, her eyes were red, and she tried hard to hold back her tears, but she could only say this sentence clumsily.

You're back.

Yes, she's back.

Really, I'm back.