Su Zhenzhen found a pair of sharp scissors.

Thankfully, she has long hair.

At the moment, her hair was sloppy and messy like a chicken nest, her hair quality was not very good, a few strands were yellowish, the ends of her hair were split like straw, and there were many knots.

Because of her own ugliness and instability, she lost a lot of money, her hair fell out one by one, and the ground was a smooth white porcelain plate, which lined these messy black silks, which looked a little scary.

Su Zhenzhen carefully combed her hair, but what should have fallen out would still fall off, and she had no way at all.

She could only bite her lower lip hard and endure it, her scarlet and terrifying eyes, the bottom of her eyes were blue and black, and tears rained down.

She had undergone surgery on her left hand from the black lion's wound, but she couldn't move, especially since the injury spread from her left shoulder, and the wound was deep and bone-seeing, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

Even if Su Zhenzhen didn't touch it, it would make her feel unbearable pain and go crazy.

But compared to this injury, Su Zhenzhen obviously cares more about her face.

Fortunately, her right hand is still usable, and no matter what she does, her right hand is generally stronger than her left hand, although one hand is very inconvenient, but it is not to the extent that she is completely unable to take care of herself.

She began to cut her hair on her own.

Just listening to the sound of "click-click-......", a large number of black hair with poor texture fell in response, after all, it was cut with one hand, and it was a little uneven.

It's like non-mainstream.

Su Zhenzhen slowly repaired the uneven hair on his forehead.

There are long, heavy bangs there.

Able to cover her eyebrows and eyes, the hideous and terrible scar was tightly covered, and under her deliberate combing, the injury to the ear was also hidden in the shadow of her hair, and it did not see the light of day.

When I look in the mirror again, the visual impact is not so serious.

It's just that this hairstyle also makes her look more introverted and inferior, withdrawn and gloomy, like a dirty and gray mouse in a ditch in the corner.

Su Zhenzhen's eyes were dull and stunned.

Because she suddenly remembered that a long, long time ago, she was this embarrassed and gloomy appearance, with her head bowed, her back bent, and she was also like this, afraid of dying at the light of sight, afraid of being exposed to the mask......

This scene seems to be sarcastic and mocking.

Saying that the stolen things don't belong to her after all, it's like the cycle of cause and effect has returned to the original point, and she is beaten out.

Trembling hands touched her face, Su Zhenzhen suddenly opened her eyes and screamed hoarsely, she threw the scissors hard towards the mirror.

"No ——!!"

With a "bang", the mirror piece was torn apart, the cracks were twisted and twisted, and several Su Zhenzhen were split at once.

It seems that there is no way to get rid of it.

This is her fate, and it is real.

Su Zhenzhen saw it, and he was about to be driven crazy.

She didn't dare to look in the mirror or see anyone again, at least until the redness and bruises on her face subsided......

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It is also thanks to Su Zhenzhen that he has this awareness, you must know that because of his inaction, his temperament has become ruthless and violent, and the last thing he wants to see at this time is Su Zhenzhen, no matter if he still has feelings for Su Zhenzhen.

After all, this is the first woman he has fallen in love with in his life.

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Li Yan slept or went to the toilet for two consecutive days, but fortunately, because her body was still recovering, weakness was inevitable, so she slept lazily and did not arouse the suspicion of the Li family.