Hearing this, Jin Yingying found it amusing: "Of course, I'm human. Well, you might not know, my face was disfigured and I have ointment applied on it."
"I see." Qin Mengmeng felt relieved upon hearing this. Just a moment ago, she thought she had encountered a ghost in the deep mountains and forests. She felt quite ridiculous; if she wasn't afraid of death, why would she be afraid of a ghost?
Jin Yingying curiously looked at the other person: "Little sister, why are you thinking this way? You should cherish the time you're alive."
"Because living is a torment, it would be better to end it all."
"You see, I haven't given up on life, even though my face is disfigured. How can you easily throw it away?"
"Maybe... maybe I just don't have enough courage."
Qin Mengmeng sincerely expressed her apology to Jin Yingying, "I'm sorry, it's my fault for bringing up your scars."
She could imagine how devastating the disfigurement was for a girl.
