Chapter: 1564
Sure enough, it wasn't his illusion just now, nor was it a problem with the lighting.
The skin tone on her hands is really uneven.
"Are you sick with something?" Lu Hanchuan suddenly asked.
Fu Xiaoyao raised her eyebrows, "What?"
Lu Hanchuan raised her wrist in front of herself, "The skin on the back of your hand is darker than the skin on your wrist. Although you can't see it unless you look carefully, it is true, so I ask you, did you have a baby?" What disease?"
Hearing these words, Fu Xiaoyao shrank her pupils, her whole body seemed to be frightened, she pulled her wrist out of his hand forcefully, then quickly hid her hand behind her back, took a step back, and pulled away from him. He even lowered his head slightly, so as not to let him see the color difference on his face or neck again.
Fu Xiaoyao was beating drums in her heart, feeling annoyed.
I was annoyed why I had to shake my hand in front of him, otherwise how could he see that there was a difference in the skin color of her hands.
Yes, Lu Hanchuan read it right, the skin color on the back of her hands was indeed darker than that on the wrists, not only that, but also on her neck and face, but she covered it with foundation, so she couldn't see it.
Although the human simulation skin researched by Dr. Pitre is successful, everyone's skin color is different, and it is impossible for the simulation skin to be exactly the same as the patient's skin. At most, it is infinitely close. After acceptance, the skin color of the simulated skin will become the same as the original skin.
But this is a time-consuming process, usually two or three years.
She was a simulated skin transplanted to her hand the year before last, so the simulated skin has not been accepted by the cells so quickly, so there is still a problem of skin color difference, but unexpectedly, it was discovered by Lu Hanchuan.
She was careless.
"What's wrong with you? Are you alright?" Lu Hanchuan panicked when he saw Fu Xiaoyao running away from him like a frightened deer.
He realized that she looked like this when he said that the skin color on the back of her hand was different.
Does this mean that he said something wrong and shouldn't have asked this question?
Thinking of this, Lu Hanchuan's thin lips moved, and he apologized.
Fu Xiaoyao suddenly raised her head, forced a smile and waved her hands, "It's okay, you didn't mean it, I just remembered some bad memories, that's why it happened."
"Bad memories?" Lu Hanchuan's eyes fell on the back of her hand, "Is it related to the skin color on the back of your hand?"
Fu Xiaoyao lowered her eyelids to cover the coldness and hatred in her eyes, and nodded slightly, "That's right, you just asked me if I was sick because of the different skin color on the back of my hand, I will answer you now, I am not sick , but was injured by someone, causing the original skin on the back of the hand to disappear, and then replanted new skin."
Lu Hanchuan's heart trembled.
How could it be so!
She is not sick, but a skin graft!
"Killed by someone?" Lu Hanchuan murmured these four words softly, and then suddenly thought of something, with a solemn expression, "Did the enemy you told me before do it to you?"
Fu Xiaoyao hummed, "Yes, it's the enemy I mentioned." JrNovels.com
The skin tone on her hands is really uneven.
"Are you sick with something?" Lu Hanchuan suddenly asked.
Fu Xiaoyao raised her eyebrows, "What?"
Lu Hanchuan raised her wrist in front of herself, "The skin on the back of your hand is darker than the skin on your wrist. Although you can't see it unless you look carefully, it is true, so I ask you, did you have a baby?" What disease?"
Hearing these words, Fu Xiaoyao shrank her pupils, her whole body seemed to be frightened, she pulled her wrist out of his hand forcefully, then quickly hid her hand behind her back, took a step back, and pulled away from him. He even lowered his head slightly, so as not to let him see the color difference on his face or neck again.
Fu Xiaoyao was beating drums in her heart, feeling annoyed.
I was annoyed why I had to shake my hand in front of him, otherwise how could he see that there was a difference in the skin color of her hands.
Yes, Lu Hanchuan read it right, the skin color on the back of her hands was indeed darker than that on the wrists, not only that, but also on her neck and face, but she covered it with foundation, so she couldn't see it.
Although the human simulation skin researched by Dr. Pitre is successful, everyone's skin color is different, and it is impossible for the simulation skin to be exactly the same as the patient's skin. At most, it is infinitely close. After acceptance, the skin color of the simulated skin will become the same as the original skin.
But this is a time-consuming process, usually two or three years.
She was a simulated skin transplanted to her hand the year before last, so the simulated skin has not been accepted by the cells so quickly, so there is still a problem of skin color difference, but unexpectedly, it was discovered by Lu Hanchuan.
She was careless.
"What's wrong with you? Are you alright?" Lu Hanchuan panicked when he saw Fu Xiaoyao running away from him like a frightened deer.
He realized that she looked like this when he said that the skin color on the back of her hand was different.
Does this mean that he said something wrong and shouldn't have asked this question?
Thinking of this, Lu Hanchuan's thin lips moved, and he apologized.
Fu Xiaoyao suddenly raised her head, forced a smile and waved her hands, "It's okay, you didn't mean it, I just remembered some bad memories, that's why it happened."
"Bad memories?" Lu Hanchuan's eyes fell on the back of her hand, "Is it related to the skin color on the back of your hand?"
Fu Xiaoyao lowered her eyelids to cover the coldness and hatred in her eyes, and nodded slightly, "That's right, you just asked me if I was sick because of the different skin color on the back of my hand, I will answer you now, I am not sick , but was injured by someone, causing the original skin on the back of the hand to disappear, and then replanted new skin."
Lu Hanchuan's heart trembled.
How could it be so!
She is not sick, but a skin graft!
"Killed by someone?" Lu Hanchuan murmured these four words softly, and then suddenly thought of something, with a solemn expression, "Did the enemy you told me before do it to you?"
Fu Xiaoyao hummed, "Yes, it's the enemy I mentioned." JrNovels.com
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