Xiao Hua, suppressing her embarrassment, accepted the steamed bun.

Under her mother's earnest gaze, Xiaohua took a small bite.

It smells very good and is very soft.

Like a mother's embrace.

Xiaohua remembers that when she suddenly developed these dark spots overnight and was ridiculed by others, it was her mother who held her in her arms.

At that time, my mother's embrace was so warm that it brought tears to my eyes.

Little Hua, who hadn't eaten for several meals, wolfed down her food, but even the biggest bun eventually ran out.

After swallowing the last bite, Xiaohua couldn't stop her tears from flowing when faced with her mother's expectant gaze.

"Mother... Waaah, I'm not ugly, I'm not a monster."

“They all criticize me, they all dislike me.”

"Mother, I'm so sad."

She wailed and cried, her glistening tears falling onto the back of the woman's hand; the scalding heat brought tears to the lady's eyes as well.

"Yes, Mother knows. Xiaohua is not ugly. Xiaohua is very beautiful and is Mother's most precious treasure."

She gently wiped Xiaohua's face with a handkerchief and comforted her softly.

After a few moments, the woman's expression changed.

She stared in astonishment at Xiaohua's face, then at her own handkerchief, her expression as if she had seen a ghost.

"Mother, what's wrong?"

"belch!"

Having vented her grievances through tears, Xiaohua's attitude softened considerably, and she inquired about the woman's condition with concern.

"Little Flower, I think my eyes are playing tricks on me. I think I see that the spots on your face have faded a little."

To verify, the woman leaned closer to take a look.

Xiaohua frowned; she didn't believe it, thinking her mother was just trying to comfort her.

"It's true, it really has faded!"

The woman cried out, her joy evident in her voice.

"Xiaohua, I'll get you a mirror."

The woman moved quickly and stuffed a mirror into Xiaohua's hand.