Chapter: 1509

The tip of Fu Xiaoyao's nose also started to turn sour, "I really lost to you, Aunt Song, but you won, I admit it, I am Fu Xiaoyao."

"I knew it, I knew it!" Hearing her confession with her own ears, Aunt Song couldn't bear it any longer, and embraced her excitedly, "That's great, madam, you're not dead, you're back."

"Yes, I'm back." Fu Xiaoyao hugged Aunt Song back.

Aunt Song cried out, "Ma'am, where have you been these six years? Since you didn't die, why didn't you come back?"

Fu Xiaoyao patted her on the back lightly, but did not answer these two questions.

Aunt Song cried for a while, and finally stopped. After letting go of Fu Xiaoyao, she held her face and looked closely, "Ma'am, what is going on with your face?"

"Some changes have been made." Fu Xiaoyao touched the mole at the corner of her eye and replied lightly.

But the flash of hatred in her eyes was not missed by Aunt Song.

Aunt Song's heart ached, "It's not that simple, right? I know you, madam. If there hadn't been some accident, you wouldn't have stabbed yourself in the face."

"Aunt Song..." The corner of Fu Xiaoyao's mouth curled into a bitter smile, "As expected, you know me best."

"So what really happened?" Aunt Song raised her voice.

Fu Xiaoyao nodded slightly, "Yes, six years ago, my face was disfigured, and now this face is reconstructed."

"What?" Aunt Song stood up in shock at her words, "Disfigured? Ma'am, what is going on?"

Fu Xiaoyao hesitated for a moment, then stood up, and lifted off her blouse, revealing her white waist.

Aunt Song didn't know what she was going to do at first, until she turned around, her eyes widened, and her eyes were filled with horror, "This...this is..."

"It's a burn!" Fu Xiaoyao said these three words calmly.

Aunt Song stretched out her hand tremblingly, and touched the large scar on her lower back.

The color of the scar is very dark, dark red, crooked, and uneven to the touch. It looks very scary, the kind that makes people get goosebumps.

But Aunt Song didn't find it ugly, she only felt distressed, "It hurt a lot at that time, didn't it?"

With such a large scar, one can already imagine how big the fire was, how painful the wife was, and how desperate she was.

"It hurts." Fu Xiaoyao put down her clothes and rearranged them before continuing, "The fire burned my face, my hands, and left several scars on my body. If it weren't for luck Well, I could have been burned alive then."

Aunt Song shuddered, "Is it the fire in the industrial zone?"

"No!" Fu Xiaoyao shook her head.

Aunt Song was taken aback, "No?"

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