"Didn't expect what?" Ye Zheng asked.
"Didn't expect Zhou Wenqing to rush out from behind a tree by the roadside with a hammer in his hand, hitting me hard on the head. After knocking me down, he... actually pulled out a pair of large scissors from his waist and started cutting my face!"
"He cursed me while cutting, the words were nasty."
"He cursed me as a shameless slut, a whore that no one wants, said he would cut my face off so everyone would know how shameless I am!!"
"He also said... he would watch me, always watch me! Until I die!!"
At this point, Sun Ying, sobbing uncontrollably, grabbed the bang covering her forehead, and in the next second, both Yang Xiao and Ye Zheng were stunned.
There appeared a zigzag scar, about 7 or 8 centimeters long, close to the hairline on Sun Ying's forehead, the wound twisted like a grotesque centipede.
"This is what he left me, he's a madman, a beast!!" Sun Ying almost roared, "He's sick, really sick!! In the head!"
