Everyone loves beauty, and even more, I am a public figure. If I go around in public with a disfigured face, I'm afraid he will scold me for damaging the city's appearance.
After the pain in my shoulder eased, I tentatively raised my hands to take off my mask and hat.
Seeing the strange movement of my arm, Louis was puzzled.
"Cathy, why are you being so shy?"
I ignored him.
He didn't feel sorry for my disfigurement, so how could he care about the three nails on my scapula?
To speak it out would only bring shame upon oneself.
When Michelle saw my face clearly, she covered her mouth and gasped.
"Cathy, you are really disfigured!"
Through her fingers, I saw the corners of her mouth turned up.
It was really a smug smile.
"I'm sorry, it's all because of these two dogs were hurt. Otherwise, Louis would definitely think of you first."
As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes.
Although it was tears of excitement, Louis thought she was feeling sad about my misfortune.
He held Chicky in one hand and took a tissue with the other hand to wipe Michelle's tears:
"It's not your or the dogs' fault. Cathy overtook the car and ran ahead without saying a word. She's lucky to be alive."