Intercept

Tears flowed down Hazel's face and wet her hair. A few strands of hair stuck to her cheeks, making Hazel look even more pitiful.

The silent tears represented her silent protest, as well as her desire for life.

"Is it worth it?"

The man put down the syringe in his hand and found a white handkerchief. He wiped away Hazel's tears. It was just plastic surgery. She wouldn't die.

"Don't cry. I feel upset to see your tears."

He covered his heart with his hand and frowned slightly. He seemed to be very worried about Hazel's current state!

"Upset about shit, you pervert!"

Hazel cursed secretly but didn't say it out. This mysterious man was moody enough to change his attitude every second.

"With your outstanding figure and appearance, don't you think it's good to be a superstar in the show biz and make countless men fall for you?"

The man blinked, revealing a trace of confusion.