When you are fifty or sixty years old, holding your dog and walking on the way to the park, you should be bloated, fat and old, but you are whistling on the street by a young man about twenty years old, asking for contact information for communication, what a thing to show off!

In order to achieve that goal, to show off to others how beautiful I was, and to keep my current appearance, I was persuaded by a doctor to have my first plastic surgery at the age of twenty-five.

The reason why I have this surgery is not because I am ugly, on the contrary, because I am so beautiful, I am the kind of person who walks on the street and will cause traffic accidents!

You may laugh at me for bragging, but when I have the most suitors, even the passing postman looks at me and asks me for my contact information the next day.

I was afraid of getting old and losing the feeling of being held by the stars, so I went to the plastic surgery hospital.

At that time, what was the slight plastic surgery, once the plastic surgery was decided, it was to take half a life, and there was even a risk of disfigurement, even so, I still chose thread carving.

I used my parents' pension money for surgery, anyway, they will have my pension in the future, and there is no need to save pension money at all.

The operation was a success, I recuperated at home for a month, and when I returned to the unit, everyone's eyes changed when they looked at me, it was a look of envy, the women were jealous that I was more beautiful than before, and the men were vying to ask me to go to the movies.

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, and within five years, the unit was yellow, and I couldn't afford to support so many people, and I became the first batch of employees to be fired because I refused to deal with the factory director's son.

It was also then that I noticed my face, my cheek started to sag, and I aged at least ten years overnight.

I started to panic, I lost my face, I didn't have a job, I used to rely on the men in the unit to ask me to dinner, and I used all my salary to dress up and maintain my face.

Now I have nothing, I can't give up like this, I want to return to the peak of beauty and become a goddess in the eyes of everyone again.

This time I mortgaged my parents' house, and with the money from the mortgage, I found the doctor again, and he recommended me the latest technology, inlaid gold thread, which can maintain my beauty for a longer time.

The operation was still successful, but I didn't have the money to pay back the interest on the mortgage because I had buried gold threads all over my body, completely cutting off all my way out.

Now, if I can't catch a wealthy businessman from Hong Kong and Taiwan, my parents will have to sleep on the street.

Finally, the emperor paid off, I succeeded in catching my ideal ATM, he would not divorce and marry me anyway, so he did not know my actual age, but I did know his, I was a full ten years older than him, but he thought I was only eighteen.

Oh, a man is always a big pig's trotter who only looks at his appearance, I took his money and wanted to redeem the house, but what I saw was the red paint on the door and the lifeless parents in the house.

They drank paraquat because they couldn't stand the harassment of the debt collection agencies and felt that my daughter had lost face for them and that they had no shame to live in.

Why didn't they wait for me, listen to my explanations, and give me a chance to repent and repent?

My beauty has returned, and I have caught the wrongs, and we can live happily ever after a family of three for the rest of our lives, but why are they gone?

I really can't figure out what went wrong, I can only blame the debt collection agency, they forced my parents to death, forced my family to ruin!

I took a taxi to a debt collection agency, but there was an accident on the road, and the big truck rushed towards the taxi I was in, and the taxi was squeezed miserably, but I was still alive.

I was forced out of the window by the force of the squeezing, so fast that I didn't even react, until the wreckage of the two cars slid and crashed into the side of the road, splashing air mixed with flying sand and rocks, and I was in a hot pain all over my body.

I looked down and saw that I was surrounded by a web of gold threads, bloody without a trace of skin.

The crowd of onlookers around me pointed at me like a stranger, I reached out to cover my face, the skin on my face was gone, and the adhesion between flesh and flesh made me completely collapse, and at this moment I was clearly an alien without skin!

I looked at the wavy curls hanging from the window in the back seat of the taxi, it was my hair, it was the hair I had just done yesterday, my beauty, my skin, it was all in the back seat.

My tears burned the skin on my face, and it hurt so badly that I must have gone crazy at this moment, desperately running to the side of the car that had been deformed to the point that it couldn't be opened at all, and pulling the car door with all my might.

The car next to me may explode at any time, but I'm not afraid, it's terrible without beauty, and I don't dare to reach out and pull my long hair, I want my own complete skin, which is the beauty I have worked hard for half my life!

For it, I am in debt, my family is ruined, I ignore the moral bottom line, but it leaves me easily, I am not convinced! That's what my parents gave me! I must get it back!

The rescue team came, they dragged me out of the scene roughly, stuffed me into the ambulance, I looked at my skin about to be dragged away by the trailer, I was not reconciled! I am not willing to be like this for the rest of my life.

I broke free and rushed out, pounced on my proud beauty!

Finally I grabbed my hair, touched my face, and tore it hard, and since I couldn't pull it out whole, I put it back on my body piece by piece.

At this time, a heat wave hit, accompanied by the screams of the people around me, and I forgot whether I was killed by the pain or the explosion of the car.

When I woke up again, I was no longer beautiful, but scorched and black, so ugly that I didn't even have the courage to look in the mirror again.

There is always black and white impermanence behind me, and there are always people around me who can't see me, so I want to make clothes out of the body of a living person.

If you don't say it, if I don't say it, who will know that in the living flesh, I am the one who manipulates the flesh?

So I started looking for prey, and among them were students, white-collar workers, and even good-looking men.

But without exception, my soul can't enter at all, and I always squeeze my soul out of the other party's body for various reasons.

Until I ran into her! That day, after I failed to find the forty-fourth prey, I floated down the street, and suddenly the familiar and unfamiliar voice sounded around me.

"When you are fifty or sixty years old, holding your dog and walking on the way to the park, you should be bloated, fat and old, but you are whistling on the street by a young man about twenty years old, asking for contact information for communication, what a thing to show off!"