Lan Yingjun was well-prepared, bringing a stack of reference books, some of which were very expensive, translated editions of foreign medical professional books that were hard to find on the market.
Qin Xin, bored, flipped through them.
Lan Yingjun eloquently explained the key points to her, only to find that after she turned two pages... she started dozing off.
The girl lay on the table with her eyes narrowed, her fine bangs hanging down, covering the dark green birthmark.
Sunlight streamed through the octagonal window of the classroom, warmly casting on her forehead.
It was indeed an extremely ugly face, but somehow, the more you looked, the harder it was to look away.
If it weren't for that birthmark, perhaps Lan Qingxin wouldn't be too ugly to be seen. She might even be a bit delicate and pretty, and maybe Young Master Jue wouldn't have left her in the countryside for so many years without paying attention. Lan Yingjun thought.
