The photograph flew straight past like a knife.

"Ah!"

Angela's face was cut by the photograph, and her white face was covered with a trace of blood, which was a huge obstacle to her eyes.

The pain from her face made Angela scream. She covered her face, and her fingers felt sticky.

Put out your hand and see, blood, red blood.

Was her face destroyed?

No woman cares about her face, not to mention Angela is an entertainer.

"My face, my face..."

She kept saying that.

Mu Chudi watched Angela go mad with interest and her pink lips rose slightly.'It's all right. You don't have a face anyway.

Let's not...