"How can it be the same? It's not even her own face anymore."
"What's the big deal about that? Who can guarantee that her original face hadn't undergone surgery? Maybe it wasn't her real face to begin with."
"That's true, being rich and all..."
The two walked away, and Baili Xia slowed her pace without realizing it.
The shock inside her was indescribable, mixed with a bit of doubt.
Yesterday during the competition, the murderous intent under Sima Liuyue's eyes was truly bizarre.
Others might not have seen it clearly, but at that moment on the stage, the two were so close, and she saw it clearly.
Sima Liuyue was not behaving normally—she even wondered whether her mind was clear.
Those eyes, devoid of any brightness, the pupils seemingly out of focus.
Looking at her as if not seeing her as a person, but rather, seeing her as prey.
Like an animal facing its natural enemy, only wanting to kill the other, without knowing why.
