Chapter 904
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Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
He was half angel and half rakshasa.
The room was filled with a deathly silence.
The atmosphere was eerie.
Goddess Wanwan: [Do you know what it means to spread rumors? Spreading rumors about a girl's disfigurement. Don't these media outlets have anything else to report? Spreading fake news all the time. Do you need this to cremate your family?]
[That's right! Unless the goddess comes out and says it herself, I'll never believe it!]
[F * ck, my sisters are reporting it. I'm so disgusted that I'm about to vomit.]
[To be honest, I'm a fan. Don't scold me (I'm your fan). Wanwan hasn't appeared for a few days. Does everyone still remember where they went to train? She came back that night. I don't believe that nothing happened during that time.]
[Idiot, don't forget to flatter yourself. Don't like Wanwan anymore. Wanwan doesn't deserve to be liked. There was a rainstorm during the military training. If they didn't go back, were they supposed to stay in the rain? Also, this rain has been going on for at least a week. The military training ended early, okay?]
[SJW fans have so many tricks up their sleeves. If she was really fine, she would have come out to refute the rumors. Now that she's not saying anything, something must have happened.]
[I have an online friend from Feng City Film Academy. I heard that Song Jingwan wasn't with the military training team that day. She didn't go to class these few days either. As for the truth, let's see what the officials say.]
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"Yaoyao, have you seen Weibo?"
"Huh? Which one? "
Song Yaoyao had been bored for the past few days, so she read everything from national affairs to celebrity scandals. When Tang Xinrou asked, she didn't react at all.
"Song Jingwan!"
Tang Xinrou was speechless. She rolled her eyes and stuffed a piece of apple into Song Yaoyao's mouth.
"Oh, her."
Suddenly being fed, Song Yaoyao's cheeks puffed up like a hamster as she slowly moved her mouth.
Her previous pale and sickly appearance seemed to be an illusion. She had been resting at home for the past few days, and her complexion was rosy. Only her ankle was sprained, and she still needed to rest.
Seeing that she didn't seem to care about Song Jingwan's news at all, Tang Xinrou pinched her face and said, "Aren't you curious about whether her disfigurement is true?"
Song Yaoyao's eyes were sharp and her hands were quick. She caught the brainless man who was about to run away and held him in her arms.
He gave her face and asked, "Then, is it true?"
"Of course it's real!"
Tang Xinrou rubbed her hands in excitement.
"She was also unlucky. She was also on the mountain that night. I don't know what she was doing there." Tang Xinrou did not think that Song Jingwan went to look for Song Yaoyao. "Anyway, we were going to look for you. When I found you, I hurriedly sent you to the hospital. I didn't see it with my own eyes. It was someone else who told me about it. "
It turned out that Song Jingwan did not bring a flashlight that night because the road was slippery on the rainy day.
She fell down the mountain and her face was cut by a sharp stone. It was said that the cut was so deep that the bone could be seen. Her face was finished.
Everyone who was present at the scene couldn't help but sigh when they talked about that scene.
Some of them even rubbed their arms and felt their hair stand on end.
It was like a scene from a horror movie. Song Jingwan was lying on the ground and had been unconscious for a long time. The water in the small puddles around her ears had turned pink.
They were all stained red with blood.
She did not seek treatment in time for her injury, and the rain washed away the infection, so she missed the best time to suture her face.
In short, the doctor said that unless she underwent plastic surgery, the scar on her face would not be removed for the rest of her life.
(End of chapter)
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