Zhuo Ya's face was cold, her dark eyes filled with sharp retort.
"Zhuo Ya, don't you understand yet? If it weren't for you, how could this accident have happened to me?"
"So, you must pay the price for the disfigurement of my face."
There was a ferocious and horrifying look on An Ran's face.
She stared at Zhuo Ya with a jeering and mocking gaze.
"My face is terrifying now, isn't it? So terrifying that a normal person would have nightmares just by glancing at it."
Her facial features were grotesque and twisted, as she touched her own face and looked towards Zhuo Ya.
Seeing An Ran like this, Zhuo Ya stiffened all over.
Seeing Zhuo Ya's expression, An Ran lifted her foot and walked towards Zhuo Ya, laughing in a sinister and scary way.
"What's wrong? Are you scared like this just by seeing the scars on my face?"
"Don't worry; in a moment, you will look just like me."