Looking at the cake box on the table, Zong Xia quickly waved his hand, "director, you are welcome..."

"no, no, no, I must have scared you a lot. It's all my fault. My face is like this. My heart that wanted to die at that time has been distorted. You must forgive me, OK?" Wenman left the cake with a strong voice.

Zong Xia's heart was soft. As a woman, of course, she could feel the desperation of her disfigurement. When she thought that she would never be able to see people with her true face again, she would think of death.

it's also reasonable for her to hate the...