The father-son trio was utterly satisfied with all, and they got into a heated debate over the dresses, which almost saw them end up in a fight. Finally, the three decided that the gown with the deep-V plunge and the one in mermaid style would be worn on the wedding day itself.

As for the remaining ten, they could be used in the photoshoot for memory’s sake.

The younger boy demanded that his mother should wear the mermaid dress for her wedding photos, but his father preferred her to wear it on the wedding day, instead.

The boy had this strong request because he wanted to keep a picture of his mother looking her best in his possession; he wanted to get a locket, just like his uncle’s, where he could frame her image in it.

His father then explained that there would be a photographer during the wedding to snap their pictures throughout, and that was how the boy finally relented.

Yun Shishi was almost wasted after trying all the gowns.

It was unbelievably tiring!

In fact, it had turned dark by the time she finished trying all the dresses.

The family was having a quick dinner when they received a call from the hospital—Gong Jie called to inform them that Yun Yecheng had woken up. The couple exchanged glances and rushed to the hospital.

At the hospital, the four of them had just stepped into the elevator when a trolley bed was pushed in hurriedly, fresh from the operating room.

Yun Shishi took a look, and her heart jumped at the unexpected sight of a face which had been thoroughly burned and disfigured.

It’s Lu Jingtian!

A few nurses walked into the elevator at the same time, and with it reaching load capacity, she pressed the lift button for the floor where her father’s ward was.

There was a deafening silence inside the elevator.

One of the nurses gave a sigh out of the blue. “It’s awful for the poor girl to suffer such terrible burns! The lead surgeon says that she may have no hope of speaking again, but at any rate, it’s a good thing that she pulled through and survived the ordeal!”

“With such a large area of her body burned, there’s no telling if there’s a risk of infection to follow. A lot of functional tissues were destroyed, and after recovery, she still has to face a long rehabilitation. She’s really pitiful. I heard that her mother had a myocardial infarction last night due to distress and was taken to the emergency room. Now, the poor madam is still in the ward.”

“She must be incredibly devastated to see her daughter suffer such a calamity.”

“Perhaps, though it doesn’t mean she can’t speak again! Everything is uncertain now. How the victim’s gonna turn out will depend on how successful the operation turns out and her recovery during the infection period, but to have your face burned to such an extent must be horrifying! It’ll be a nightmare to stay alive, too!”

“That’s right. If I were in her shoes, I’d rather die. If I were to wake up and see my face disfigured in that manner, I could turn crazy.”

At the side, the one who seemed to be their head nurse glared at the verbose nurse and reprimanded, “Remember your profession and be careful with your words. There are some words that shouldn’t be said.”

The junior nurse hung her head low in shame and hummed her acknowledgement, though she protested inwardly, I was just speaking the truth, wasn’t I?!

If a woman could no longer wear her lovely frocks or pretty makeup, and all she could do was look in the mirror to see her hideous, karst-like face, what was the point of living?

A body that was handicapped would be the easiest way to destroy a person’s survival instinct. It was hard to tell if the victim would have the courage to continue living when she woke up.

If I were her, I’d definitely commit suicide.

For a woman, it was a spine-shuddering thought to realize that she could not even pursue basic decency when she was alive, and all she could do was live with her gruesome face for the rest of her life.